It was many years since I was a lad,
And bedtime came,
No excuses to be had,
It was time, the same.
Wintertime for me was grim,
My bed was made,
All neat and trim,
A brick hot from the oven was laid,
Between my covers.
Though wrapped in a heavy towel,
‘Twas too much heat in too small a space,
Thus it made me howl,
But to do it quietly I had the grace.
The door would be closed and the windows opened,
And the beast of COLD,
Began it’s stalk.
I’d go deep,
Into the comforter,
Trying to keep,
In that comfort given by the ER.
A hole the size of my nose,
Was all that was open,
Through that hose,
Was all the icy air for copin’.
Weird dreams came to see,
Of warm places they were and free,
Places where I’d want to be.