It's the night before New Years, and all through the house,
The furnace's a- blowing and so is my blouse.
The embers been dying in the fireplace before,
While Pop's on his easy chair with a great snore.
A foot of snow's coming by morning's dawn,
And I'm not so happy what'll be on our lawn.
The sound of shovels scraping crystals galore,
Our sidewalk finally reaching the front door.
Just brushed three inches off the old car,
Before I'd move it into the gar.
Age makes no difference, except at this time,
When ......................................................ryhme.
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very very nice
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thank you ...ok I will...Ha!
Shoveling snow isn't so sublime! The last line.
that is definitely worth the upvote!
LOL thanks.
you are welcome and thanks for that ending.
It was a hoot!!!!
great post, buddy67 as usual!
thanks and have a good New Year too!
wow nice poem..nice words :)
thank you...it came to me last night to write about New Years and not Christmas.
Oh you are the best. This is so good. Do more
thank you...I hope to write more....happy New Year!