HOT TONGUE, COLD SHOULDER

It's too darn cold today
And I don't wanna play.
My nose is turning blue
And my rear feels it too.
The rain has turned to sleet
Cubes of ice that once were feet!
A wilted Yellow Rose
Jack Frost done froze her toes.
For those who may not know
Southern belles freeze in the snow.

©Copyright November 27, 2001 by Linda M. Luther