Cold Snap
My fridge is warmer than my kitchen.
My woolly socks are really itchin’
I am staying warm by all my bitchin’.
Minus ten on the way to Tesco.
Driving along on the ice and snow.
More slippery than a manifesto.
Some bugger’s turned the Gulf Stream off.
Who put the Arctic in my loft?
My Swedish mates think I am soft.
* Duncan Jones types away in Lincolnshire though his mind is often elsewhere. He has had a couple of short fiction pieces published in Structo magazine. He doesn't really have any Swedish mates though does know some Finns but that wasn't as alliterative.
