Dear Little Space Heater,
I love you so much.
You’re here every morning;
You come through in the clutch.
I ignore you so terribly
In the spring and summer,
Even cursing your heat,
That you’re not also a fan is a bummer.
I think I don't need you at all,
But then comes winter with its icy morn.
I shiver and shake, then plug you in,
And suddenly all of my love for you is reborn.
3 comments:
Brilliant.
:) at least your office isn't frigid throughout the summer. i run my space heater 12 months out of the year!
Inspiring, Kristi! At first I thought you said "winter with its icy mom" and I thought, wow, what does it mean for winter to have an icy mom?! It made me laugh. Icy morn definitely works best. :)
And I'm thankful for your space heater too.
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