Stuck in the house with
nothing to do.
It's cold outside, grey
skies, not blue.
Where is the sun shine?
Where are my friends?
Haven't seen either since
I don't know when.
I sure hate Winter so
cold and so dreary.
Don't have to do nothing, to
feel just plain weary.
Wait just a minute
What's that I hear
I'll look out my window and
see who is here.
"My friends are outside, they're
playing in snow
I love winter now, I
really must go".
Author notes
This is just a poem about winter blues and how quick kids get over them.
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