https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/old-photographs-of-blizzards-show-the-eternal-miseryand-majestyof-winter
The struggle to appear to be yourself
Carefully curated, polished, refined;
Your shame and guilt and strange flaws on the shelf
You go to dinner, hoping love to find
But winter has its own, sadistic plans:
To unleash a blizzard into your life
Your careful performance, the mad snow pans
At your umbrella’s failure, laughter’s rife
The affable accountant your friends chose
Is quickly turned into a popsicle
No sensation remains in his broad nose
To frostbite, he might lose a testicle
The winter laughs at your hopeful design
This night, no fresh, new romance will be thine
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (7)
So clever, D.J.! Love the title and the story you crafted in this poem!
Hahahahahhahahahahaha he might lose a testicle! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I always knew accountancy was a dead end.
Haha. That great. That poor accountant.
So beautiful
Wow, the tension between appearance and authenticity. This was incredibly done! 💌
Oh poor little testicle, a doubly bad date from it POV. Great poem!