November snow, but I have to go
down roads of ice and it isn’t nice
to slip when I stop and slide when I go,
everyone creeping and time is still leaping
and I’m late again and I don’t know when
or if I cared ’cause I’m not prepared
to enter the winter, too cold and too bitter,
an awful old thing, I’d sleep until Spring.
Copyright ©2025 Lisa Paul
Shaun’s prompt guidelines
I’m generally a rhymer having long been a lyricist but do like experimentation too. In these busy times I’m also a fan of brevity. So for today’s prompt let’s try a poem that utilises internal rhyme where possible and keep the length between 8 and 16 lines.
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 