That ice chip on your shoulder
must really pin you down,
restrict your movement,
preclude growth.
That frigidaire stare
won’t melt hearts, either.
“Thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes,”
and your cool distance bites extremities.
Perhaps the milk of human kindness
could melt your polar peculiarities,
soften harsh views,
render winter helpless,
usher in a brave new global warming.
So while you mull that heart-warming proposal over,
I’ll don protective winter gear,
and wait for spring thaw.
*
Cold quote is from Shakespeare’s King Richard III
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I like “frigidaire stare” – cool!
Blessings ~ Wendy
Downright chilly! 🙂
Marvelous. One of my favorites of yours, Melody. I also like the “frigidaire stare”–and that you’ll be patient and “don protective gear” as you wait for the thaw.
Thanks Lori! If you can’t beat it – adapt? 🙂
Interesting insertion of Richard III’s quote. Side note: I saw it performed in Seattle, with Richard Chamberlain as Richard III.
Oooh! Nice experience, what? 🙂 [to be read with the appropriate accent]
I had 6th row seats–almost close enough to drool on him.
Caddo drool must be divine! 🙂
Not so much, I imagine!! But it was a memorable night!
Very cool…huh? Huh? See what I did there? Oh, never mind.
I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry at that one. Maybe both??
Badumbum…thanks folks, I’m here all week. Try the veal. Tip your waiter…hey, you’re a great crowd.
You had me until you mentioned the veal. Bad veal experience… *giggle*
“Yes, good evening folks. I see you’ve chosen the veal. Her name was Daisy, and she was the pet of those two children sitting…well, crying, just over there. Enjoy.”
I see why you got a new day job… 😀
Uh, yeah.