A Fair Maidens Knight In Flannel Pajamas
When snows beset slippers upon the feet,
and draw tears of pain upon reddened cheek.
Thoughts of former boots instill chilled notions,
that will call for future healing potions.
Someone asks of you, "what were you thinking?"
you answer with shivers between blinking.
"I must track this wet to the farmers' fare,
for my beloved a fine meal to share."
"She is demanding but I am in love,
and willing to be to her hand a glove."
The clouds will let loose one more shed of snow,
his nose to run and not feeling a toe.
Now reaching the place of his desire,
his sleeping goddess and a warm fire.
With a full stomach and a look so sweet,
she tenderly held and tickled his feet.
date: 9/30/22
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