Though you may stand
Inches beneath
Your limber peers
You startle placid
Bystanders
With bully howls and jeers
And while you tug
The daylight hour
Into the twilight blue
We slip and slide
And huff and puff
Against your cheerless hue
And though you boast
The day of hearts
And chocolate-flavored bliss
We do not fall
In love with your
Icy, obnoxious kiss
For what you lack in size
Or flair
You pack in blustered punch
While we peer
Through ice-lace fretwork
And pour hot soup for lunch
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!