Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Mischievous Frost

I park my car outside.
Where frost is always lurking.
I come back the next day
And find the frost there smirking,
Clouding up my windows
And slowing down my day,
Until I take the scraper out
And make it go away.
I wonder why it does that,
Does frost think it's funny?
"Just you wait, you lurking plague
Until it's warm and sunny!"


Lisa said...

Good one!

once there was a girl named... said...

very cute and i do believe that the frost thinks its being funny

Buxom said...

So excellent, your poems are so light and fun.

Good job man.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Well thanks. Just out of curiosity, where are you coming from? I've not previously gotten comments from people I don't know. Did someone link?

Cough Drop said...

wow.....this poem is EXTREMELY true. next time im angry at the frost i will smile because its just being funny right?