My Sister Laura

My sister Laura's bigger than me
And lifts me up quite easily.
I can't lift her, I've tried and tried;
She must have something heavy inside.

by Spike Milligan

Comments (4)

What an exhilarating landscape carrying with it the glimpses of extreme cold weather. Thanks. snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river Storms stop / when days turn fair
A leisurely moving piece, reflecting the slow, savoring dance of romance. A beautiful work.
Old roads. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
it might be cold now but it will get better together