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Not a poem. Just thinking about winter, Brr!

 

 

A blanket round my ankles,

and a scarf around my head

a nice hot cup of cocoa

before I go to  bed.

 

Scrap that!

 

Turn the heating up, then

Open a bottle o wine

We’ll sit here in our undies

and pretend its summertime

 

Scrap that!

 

I’m a Yorkshire lass, and money’s tight

The heating’s on “defrost”

Bring the quilt from off the bed

We have to count the cost!