I decided I'd compose a wonderful poem about autumn.
But I have a hard time with poetry, unless it makes fun of other poetry. And I don't want to make fun of things right now.
Plus, autumn is cold. As I type this, I'm shivering on my bed in my sweater under my blanket. My nose is cold and running (not because I have a cold, but because I AM cold!). Supposedly, the naked trees are supposed to let the sun shine through, but every building casts a shadow on its every side, no matter what time of day it is! So I think, "Oh, I'll ride my bike and warm up from moving around!" No, moving around just puts you in contact with MORE COLD AIR.
I wonder if they make heaters for bikes. That's just silly, but it would be awesome.
So, sorry about my deep and meaningful poem. I just don't have it in me to be a poet right now. My nose is too sniffly, and I have to make, like, a THOUSAND pies today at the restaurant. I've been dreading this day. Last night we made 14 pies. I think that after this week, I'm due for a three-week vacation. I might just take it during the end of December.
5 comments:
Hey, if you take that middle paragraph and add a few spaces here and there, it would be a great poem! I would think it were great, anyway.
I agree. It's cold and there are too many pies to bake. Spring, where ARE you?!
I know, right?
Like, totally. Plus, it's time for Spring and Summer to be here. I have no time for Autumn and Winter. Like, none. And I have, like, tons of gingerbread cookies to make for my tree and, like, barely any ingredients.
No wa.
Hey very nice poem shared.
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