A blanket of leaves
In a winter wonderland,
Its not winter yet
But I can still make a snowman
Out of the man who refused
To sweep the road
Whirring in a flurry
A flurried hurry
They crisp, crackle and crunch
Beneath the soles of my feet
But which poor soul
Now admits defeat?
Lice, grubs and worms
Reside underneath
Its a blanket of heat
That seeps,
Like an epedemic
Across the street
Can you feel the heat?
Autumn is here,
The complaints have been made
I advise you
To save your energy
For another day.
Play your cards well,
You can't tell,
When there will be a whole deck
Spilled out on the street
The sweeper won't clear it
He'll sit and play poker
Poker with a broom
It's a poking stick
A note of complaint that sticks to you.
In a winter wonderland,
Its not winter yet
But I can still make a snowman
Out of the man who refused
To sweep the road
Whirring in a flurry
A flurried hurry
They crisp, crackle and crunch
Beneath the soles of my feet
But which poor soul
Now admits defeat?
Lice, grubs and worms
Reside underneath
Its a blanket of heat
That seeps,
Like an epedemic
Across the street
Can you feel the heat?
Autumn is here,
The complaints have been made
I advise you
To save your energy
For another day.
Play your cards well,
You can't tell,
When there will be a whole deck
Spilled out on the street
The sweeper won't clear it
He'll sit and play poker
Poker with a broom
It's a poking stick
A note of complaint that sticks to you.
( Tanya Mascarenhas )
www.ChordsAZ.com