I'm Cold

Sometimes when I'm driving my school bus, an idea for a poem just pops in my head. Since I'm driving, I can't just pull out a notebook and write it down, so I keep it up there in my little noggin, repeating it over and over again, until I get back to the school.

If they're long poems, I usually forget the best parts, then get mad because it would have been the best poem in the world if only I could have committed it to paper. The short ones I usually remember in full.

This poem is a short one. It's called:

I'm Cold

By Tracy Farr

My feet are cold, my ears are cold,
My elbows, knees and nose are froze.
To sneeze would really not be nice.
I'd shatter into chunks of ice.