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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!