It’s a cold winters day
well there’s not much to say
I can feel old Jack Frost in the air.
But a nice cup o tea
in a caff, not by me
makes me look at a world without care.
Many wintery coats
(made from sheepskin not goats)
don the shoulders of all passers by.
Then the odd ‘heed the ball’
wanders straight through the mall
wears a T shirt, ignoring the sky.
So alas here I rest,
never shinning the best
with a toasted cheese bagel for dinner.
I’ve done my day training,
I’ve ran though it’s raining.
I consider myself ‘such a winner’