by Profe Steve
My poor ears are ringing And red is my nose. My fingers are stinging And so are my toes.
I’m wearing three sweaters And two pairs of sox, They feel just like fetters I’m big as an ox.
The wind keeps on howling And driving the rain Faces are scowling At such intense pain.
But deep down inside, For plenty of reason This thought will abide: Fall’s my favorite season.