Snow hits the icy ground,

As, on the pond, she glides around.

Why is it so nice,

How beautiful she looks on the ice?

I dare not make a sound.

For I am, obviously, spellbound.

By her, breathtaking, beauty.

As she glares at me; as usual, snooty.

When I notice I notice, I am confound,

As I remember a time I hated her year round.

For she has been stuck up, since we were small.

I think as I make a snow...

As I lay on my horn,

My patience becomes worn.

I honk again, at the traffic congestion.

This time it’s not a suggestion.

The motorcyclist, in front of me, just flips me off.

I just narrow my eyes and, under my breath, call him a jerk-off.

Then checking the time on my smartphone,

“I’m late for work,” I groan.

I shouldn’t be worried; though,

My phone then dies so, calling work now is a no-go.

So, n...

I’m falling

I start bawling.

I hit the ground

As my head feels a big pound.

Waking up with a jolt

I get up and lock the deadbolt.

But, I can’t escape

The man in the cape,

As I turn around

There he stands, dressed as a clown.

He grabs me roughly

And whisper’s gruffly,

“You’re still not awake?”

As I just shake....