It is ten degrees outside
I refuse to venture out
If I did, without a doubt,
Freezing wind would tan my hide.
So instead, I stay inside,
Listening to wind without,
Pouring tea from a teaspout
As I comfortably abide
Far enough (the wall is thick)
From the dreadful out of doors
Where the ice makes all turn slick
Slicker than linoleum floors
Where I walk with sock-clad feet
In my permanent retreat.
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