I am tired of living with Jack Frost
Who blows, taunts, jabbers and queerly sings
Even when goosebumps in surrender raise their wings
He laughs and gains more strength to frost
Honey, come and let’s sack Jack Frost
I’m tired of being his puppet even during springs
He puffs and hardens and makes me lost
In the quivering of my mouthy closing and opening flings
Poor me, happy Jack Frost
Who would have thought I’d live with his many rings
I had you early and you promised a good host
Of happiness and warmth and not Jack Frost who painfully sings
If I spend more moments with Jack Frost
I swear I’ll make a mighty conflagration as he clings
To he and I, to make us ghost’
To haunt you until you join our horrible flings
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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