of winter
comes around
I am on my best behavior
and dare not
make a sound.
She's a real light sleeper
and such
a grouch
so I never put
my fingers
inside her pouch.
I will have to tone down
my bad boy
ways
and know
that my frisky behavior
is just a phase.
My baby turned around to bite me
and if
I had thought
it was perhaps
due time
to get a rabies shot.
So it's no fun
for me
until the spring
when she grabs
my little worm
like a bird who can sing.
This man must surely
suffer
through the snow and the cold
until the warmth
of the sun
does what it's told
as a sacrifice
is being made
until I can take her bare
'cos my wife
sleeps like
a hibernating bear!
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