Sweater Weather

poem by: Dian Holmes
Written on Dec 22, 2016

He wanders round the down of town
Weathering the weather.
Its chilly willy and seems quite silly.
To play without your sweater.
Its keeps you warm when winter winds 
Whip wild Where The Sidewalk Ends*
The sweaters hot, the sweater trends
Now I'm over heated. Sweet Lord! AMEN

Tags: humor, rhyme, metaphor, deep,

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Robert Kohlhammer commented on Sep 21, 2017 at 8:57am

A witty poem.

Christopher Russon commented on Feb 08, 2018 at 6:31pm

Very humoures. Like it.

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