Brought to you gleefully by Diane of On the Alberta/Montana Border.
Joined exuberantly by Delores of Mumblings and Joan (from Devon, who can be found in the comments below).
And me, Jenny O'Donkey, dragging my a- . . . er, never mind.
My inspiration this week came from two sources.
First, the word "cold" kept triggering these lines from T. S. Eliot's poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, which we studied in high school and maybe you did too:
"I am old
I am old
I shall wear my trousers rolled"
I kept wanting to write "I am cold, I am cold, In a blanket I am rolled" and eventually since I couldn't get it out of my head, I decided to use it, with some alteration.
Second, our weather has turned cooler. We had a beautiful September and October, but now the days demand warmer clothing and the heat has been turned on.
So, this week's paltry - I mean poetry - offering:
This Weather Will Feel Downright Balmy In January
I am cold
In a blanket I am rolled
With a scarf
And a hat
And on my lap a cat
On my feet
As I rest
Are my socks (two sets are best)
With a tot* or maybe not
If it's this cold
How'll I manage in December??
*tot - a small amount of a strong alcoholic drink
Short and sweet and to the point this week, while I rest and mend. Thank you for your kind wishes on my last post. I didn't take any pain medication at all yesterday! That is a step forward :)
No socks. Maybe it's hard to find flipper socks.