Thursday, January 26, 2012

Ice - (A Poem by Mitch)

I slip, I slide, My shoes can glide
My feet split, my legs bend
I slide down it on my rear end
Through snow, through ice,
over rocks I sat,
and then I went straight through a pile of scat,
With sores, I swore, and I still slid some more
I hit dirt, that was a wrap,
but my snow pants were still covered with dirt and crap
I stood up, I shook it off, I have had enoff
but the ice was still forming, despite global warming.

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