I can make my large form invisible
Through stealth, cunning and a touch of magic
Which lets me hear your complaints, risible
About your winter suffering, "tragic"
My brethren and I have no source of heat
Save what raw, untamed nature can provide
Your knowledge and tools simply can’t be beat
But from a moment’s discomfort, you hide!
To eat, we yetis must gather and hunt
You press buttons, and it is delivered;
Of winter's cold wrath, we absorb the brunt
Most of you have never even shivered!
Before you complain about the winter
Think of the yeti, hunting dinner
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (8)
So good! And reminiscent of your wonderful Halloween abecedarians!
Marvelous!! Trying times for the yetis out there...
Awww, those poor yetis! Loved your poem!
Haha, this is brilliant! A yeti dropping truth bombs about winter woes? Gold. Makes me feel like I need to toughen up next time I grumble about the cold. Loving the wit and playful tone here!😊✨
And stay out of the woods, else you may be dinner. Or wait. What does a sasquatch eat? 🤔
This was fun
Ah yeti be having a hard time! 😂 Loved reading this!
Interesting perspective. Excellent poem 🩵❄️