Cold Feet and Other Objects.....
Huddled within a blanket
In a camping chair
Thats not quite right
Blinds down to shade the sleeping
Concerned over my failing sight
Gazing with disgust that HE over there
Stole my bloody bed!
Nose dripping with the draught dear
Which dances around my head
Feet as cold a kippers
Swaddled to avoid the floor
Laminates quite nice dear!
But bloody cold slips beneath the door
I'll brave china tiles for a tea dear
Exiting the blankets charm
Goosebumps, goose stepping
Rubbing my chilly arms
Head upstairs on itchy carpet
As the privvys in urgent need
It must be pretty cold dear
Five times ive already wee'd
Latch up and enter in dear
Why are bathrooms so coldly tiled
But wait! ive entered feet heaven
Sumptuously they are beguiled
Ahhhh....
Memory foam mat
I think its you that i do so adore
I seem to remember you made me smile
At least five times before
I think i should just stay seated
No need to lift my feet
Cold feet no longer an issue
Nay.... just a cold
Toilet seat
poem by Karen Sinclair
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