Frosty Winter

December 18, 2008
By Anonymous

Ye olde winter,
As I watched the trees wilt.
The breeze winding softly,
Through the weeping icicles.

Methinks the winter is bitter,
And cold.
The vacancy of heat,
Interwined through my sexy body.
The absence of life,
The essence of peace.
Snowflakes descending leisurely,
From the celestial sky.

Walking slowly,
Through the crunchy snow.
Pondering quietly.
About life.
And this lovely frosty winter.


The author's comments:
This is a poem I wrote for my portfolio in class. It's supposed to be a joke so just keep that in mind. Also, it's a lot funnier when read using a dramatic voice. -PvS

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