This is my mid-Winter night time ditty
Penned in bed, for this thread, in this city
My core is icy, I’m a chilly witch’s titty
This poem is sadly neither warm nor witty
My frozen nose inhales the frosted air
Numb fingers typing, fumbling, pale and fair
The cat 'neath the doona doesn’t even care
But if I move he’ll bite me, so I shan’t dare.