Every joint is frozen
from my neck down to my toes.
Thanks to a winter snow storm
Rudolph red is my nose.
Here I am the Tin Man,
I cannot move a bone.
The pain is overwhelming
All I can do is moan.
Global warming is the problem
or so the story goes
It must be true, it must be true,
Mr. Gore tells us it is so.
Wait! I live in Texas.
What’s happened to the map?
Eight degree wind chill,
Minnesota’s moved to our lap?
Here I am the Tin Man,
I cannot move a bone.
The pain is overwhelming
All I can do is moan.
© copyright Phyllis Rogers 1/17/18
Great poem, Phyllis. I am dubious about Mr. Gore’s thesis.
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Thank you, Roland. I am dubious as well. It has made him a lot of money, though. I took a geology class in college. The professor believed whole-heartedly we are in an ice age. I was not convinced. But at this moment I believe the professor.
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beautiful writing 🙂
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Thank you so much for the compliment. It means a lot.
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Tin man…..I always saw but never noticed….it was lovely
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thank you
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Wonderful blog! Took me back to the time when I first saw clips of the tin man! 🙂
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Thank you so much.
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