Tis a cold, grey, winter's day.
The sun's decided to stay away.
The cloud's have thought, we'll have a say.
It's bucketing down, so in bed I lay.
Bedding pulled up, warm and snug.
As cosy as,.... a bug in a rug.
My wife brings in, soup in a mug.
Feeling quite happy, to winter, I shrug.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:53 AM UTC
Tis a cold, grey, winter's day.
The sun's decided to stay away.
The cloud's have thought, we'll have a say.
It's bucketing down, so in bed I lay.
Bedding pulled up, warm and snug.
As cosy as,.... a bug in a rug.
My wife brings in, soup in a mug.
Feeling quite happy, to winter, I shrug.
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