in Funny, Poetry 37 Words

In The Bleak Mid


In the bleak mid Scottish summer,
Cold winds made moan,
Squirrels continue to shiver,
Sheep fear being shorn;
Snow could fall at any time,
Snow cold snow,
Welcome to the cold Scottish summer,
Not so long ago.

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