Friday, November 8, 2013

Seasonal Poetry: The Final Installment

Here's the last in my suite of seasonal poems:

by Shadow

The hot summer sun's
Not very much fun.
It makes a whole lot of heat.
But I find, as a rule,
It's not hard to stay cool
With a nice icy spritz on my feet.


Unknown said...

But there's no food in the drawer. How can you like a drawer when there's no food. Now every inch of the kitchen, that's another story. And the front door. But mostly the kitchen. Unless the front door is open.


Shadow said...

Dijon, I know what you mean, but it's not only about food. There's chewing and destroying, too.