A Spring Cold


Alun Buffry

How cold you've gone since Spring!

Is this the time that you begin

To play your guessing games?

But not for me the tame.

Not those games for me,

If you care to be really free.

I've realised my lucky lot

Is put away on the shelf on top,

Sitting to ignore the pains,

Coagulating foggy brains.

Over, under, inside out,

Please speak your mind, but please don't shout!

I'm far too young to fall and die.

You're far too old to sit and cry.

Raspberry and cold-shoulder pie,

The custard's for the other guy