Cold May

I remember the day

It was cold and it was May

I thought how daft it was to be cold in May?

A draft was cause to blanket May.

A daftly daft had chilled the gray.

How crazy of a thought to chill?

How hazy of a thought to thrill?

How lazy of the time to kill?

This chilly kill was more to say

Than all the chilly days in May, eh?



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-10-20 at 06:34

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Hey young man in May i went to Sweden Salmon fishing and the cold rain cut through to my bones this poem has all the pathos of a cold spring with promise of a fine june that oh by the way turned out just as bad well done a fine text rgds mike
2007-10-20


Thomas Selnes The PoetBay support member heart!
Clever wordplay. Made me grin and read it three more times because well, it's cool :D
2007-10-20