Winteres are back again,
And the chill with it,
People like to sit,
Behind them a heater is lit.
Eat cold items,
And you catch a cold,
And then your mother,
Starts to scold!
We sneeze and cough all day,
The sunshine out there doesn’t make hay,
While it makes some people’s day,
others prefer to sleep on the bed all day.
So, eat hot items,
And drive away the cold,
And then your mother,
Says be bold!
This is the season of winter,
Which is loved by many a people,
Like a staple food for someone,
This is the staple season for all!
- Author: SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 4th, 2011 03:50
- Category: Nature
- Views: 20
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