It’s not *technically winter just yet — but we’re just over a week out from Christmas and it hardly feels like it — even for Texas! That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
Winter Woes
Look.
It’s December 17th.
I am trying to immerse myself
in the festive holiday season
And I know
I KNOW
I live in Texas
But is it too much to ask for just a smidge of
Winter Wonderland energy?
I don’t need piles of snow
(goodness knows that did not work in our favor last winter)
But I have one
singular
request
(which is apparently
totally out of line
based on my absurd
current circumstances)
Could we
PLEASE
get a break
from the mosquitos!?