Daily Snippit: Poetry/Songs

This merry chant brought to you by the lack of sufficient heat in my office. Just imagine yourself a bunch of Vikings from the Capital One commercials huddled together on a frozen hilltop (abet, without the snow). The chant/song starts off softly and gets louder and faster each round. And no, I’m not promising it makes sense. ^_~

cold. Cold. COLD.
Frozen fingers, frozen toes.
Dreaming for the lack of snow.
Something wintry this way blows.
Down the hills and down the rows.

COLD. COLD. COLD.
Ever closer to the mark.
Old year dying in the dark.
Winter’s bite and Winter’s bark.
Light the new year with a spark.

COLD. COLD. COLD.
We in the darkness be,
Drinking mead cheerfully,
Oh what a sight we three,
Standing beneath the tree.

COLD. COLD. COLD.
I wish it would end
Tis no way to spend
The evening with friends
I think I’ll transcend.

COLD. COLD. COLD.
Author insane.
Frozen her brain.
No more refrain!
COLD! COLD! COLD!

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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  1. ex_rubyliss861

    Returns Swen to you along with lots of e-hot chocolate!!

    1. Martha Bechtel

      Ah! Swen! I could use Swen, my shoulders been killing me. ^_^;; *snarfs the hot chocolate* Thanks! 🙂

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