Dipy's Winter Poem by Dipy Hermonite

The chill is mean,
The wind is keen,
The pine is green,
An' the sun ‘s not seen.

But birds still chirp,
Kids lollipops slurp,
Pups eat to burp,
Like little twerps.

All clothes are red,
No one ‘s in bed,
As a wise man said,
Spirits aren't yet dead.

There's a Christmas thrill,
In this winter's chill,
As happy moods instil,
Wine glasses refill.

My world is fun,
And it's just begun,
I am not yet done,
Waiting for the sun.