Twenty-three snows
But who is counting.
Over forty inches on the stick
Who wants it?
So many days below Zero
I'm so tired of being cold.
November, December, and January
February the second is Ground Hogs Day.
Still six more weeks of winter
I fear winter still to comes.
March's cold with snowy
April always has icicles and more you know what.
Will I make it till May
Before being frozen,
It is still three more months away?
A contest entry
- Late winter by Borglesnarf.
900 points, ended March 10, 2009, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Interesting
I like the way it reads, very interesting. Thanks for entering.
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i feel that way too but where im at when it finally hits summer i cant wait till summer to end because its too damn hot in the summer.....idk ne ways nice write
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Very good
I think you did really good on this one. But i think you might have made a little mistake... im not sure if you meant six more months or six more weeks. Cause i dont know about you... but im hoping its only six more weeks! But very enjoyable write. good luck in the contest!
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