Poem for her 581

Dear Readers,


Snow

The Iceberg out the window
Was soaking the lawn in cold water
The huge fan on the street was blowing
The cold air was chilling the house
But the snow was even better
Falling in blankets and blankets
There were snowmen in parkas
There was a nice chill to the air
The visions of sugar plums too
The season July but the month winter
The snow was most welcome
The cooling lasted a long time

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.