Freeze me in ice,
And don't let me out,
At least not today,
In this daft heatwave,
I swear I've been cooked,
In the Microwave's nook,
Or boiled in the tub,
You might have boiled me
into tea,
I heard humans love that stuff!
I really don't care,
At my ice face you can
stare.
I'd rather be frozen in ice,
Than steaming like rice;
Even My hair thinks its spaghetti,
Made for boiling in a pan,
And let us not forget,
It was I who broke the fan.
Enough!
Can't you see the lemonade has
been boiled?
After all,
I wear it oh so perfectly.
Please,
Freeze me in ice,
Get me out of this heatwave,
And do not think twice!
About the Creator
Carol Ann Townend
I'm a writer who doesn't believe in sticking with one niche.
My book Please Stay! is out now
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I'm a lady who loves writing, reading, music, singing, and life!
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