Sunday, February 24, 2008

melting me

The sun and heat are turning all

The ice and snow to puddle

But this warm-up is presenting me

With a strange kind of muddle

The temperatures are higher

Exactly as I was expecting

But not in my expectations?

That I would begin melting.


I thought I must have run too fast

But that liquid wasn’t sweat

My skin and all my clothes

Were absolutely soaking wet

I figured I was melting

When my nose had gotten small

If the forecast calls for warm I’ll lose

My hair, my feet, my all.


The weather for today

Will even worsen my sad mess

If the weatherman is right

By tonight I will be less

If I could get on Oprah's show

This is what I’d say,

“I’ll show you how a little spring

Can melt my pounds away.”

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