Tongue in cheek <br />My hands are red and chapped and sore <br />Because the winter wind doth blow. <br />My body, frozen to the core, <br />As down my neck drips melting snow. <br />My feet I stampto bring some life <br />To toes too cold for for me to feel. <br />A blast, the cliched whetted knife, <br />Chills my whole being, crown to heel. <br />Is there no refuge from this cold <br />That minds and souls and bodies numb? <br />Maybe it's just I'm feeling old, <br />But, Come, Oh Global Warming, Come.<br /><br />Michael Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tongue-in-cheek/
