The Poetry Bus is on the Move...

[Note: To see the prompts & other passengers, go here. Highway Patrol officers go here.]

Did everyone read TFE's lovely biography of me? I'm apparently a shrimp these days (as if being 5'4" isn't shrimpy enough!). Ah well, at least Dr. M is quite tall enough for the both of us until science figures out how to restore me to my correct height.

So here is my effort for Monday's bus. Is it dangerous for the driver to be writing poetry too? You be the judge, but please keep in mind that I was in a very silly mood when I wrote this. I chose the middle picture prompt.

It’s kind of like -

a fish out of water -

a Yankee down South -

a frozen word from

a warm heart.

Your icy phrase

banishes me to the

cornfield until

spring.

I poke my head

around your

study door

and whisper with

great drama,

“Is it spring yet?”