Friday, August 20, 2010

Some Doggerel for Fun...

Spring Hopes Spring by me (Sif)

Longing open exits
I sniff the air for Jasmine
Logic skims hope's bubble
Sweet scents come breezing in

Bare skin in prickling heat
A pulsing airconditioner
Five weeks is not so long
Still, it feels forever

Miserable today
Time is a fickle foe
Some weeks it moves too quick
Right now, it moves too slow

Come quick, dear Love, dear Sun
Your presence has been missed
Enough of icy cold
I'm really getting pissed!

This dogg'rel verse I write
In hopes to entertain
At least to pass some time
'Til warmth returns again!

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Good Job!