In November
I am cute and fluffy,
novel and exciting.
I make you wax your skis
and wet your lips.
By March I am worn,
I am old and heavy.
I cling to your concrete
and bust your back.
I overstay my welcome and
delay any green,
with a brilliant-white grin.
Who am I?
8 comments:
SNOW!!!!!
I second Michelle's answer :)
Is it one of your pets?
No no... I"ll go with snow too.
-jwm
That's easy...worn-out your welcome, snow!
But I love your poetry!
You're right, you're right - you're all right!! Picture me putting a virtual 100% sticker on all of your comments, K?
22 inches in my driveway
well, yes, snow of course!
(and kegels are good, so is "cheek squeezin'" while running. it works! you'll notice a difference.)
LOL - You're a bit tired of the snow, are you?
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