Perfect prize poem
The weather becomes mighty cold down here,
Normal for this time of year,
When I need a ‘cheerer-uppa’,
My first instinct is to make a ‘cuppa’,
So to win a Bodum mug and teapot,
Which keep my beverage piping hot,
Is a definite plus – they look good too,
And when I settle down to do,
A Lovatts puzzle – or maybe [more…]