Surfer's poem: Weather

In this chilly weather, you can't sleep out on heather, the wind keeps blowing, and the snow..., writes Sadhika. Your contribution

In this chilly weather
You can't sleep out on heather
The wind keeps blowing
And the snow keeps glowing
When your hands get dry
You feel like a fish fry
Everybody absolutely loathes
When they have to wear layers and layers of clothes
The heat-convector is always on
And you don't want to go out to mow the lawn
This is the chilly winter weather
When you can't sleep out on heather.

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Sadhika, Ryan International School, Noida