Freezing tingle toes
are a sure sign of the creeping winter cold
even in 3 pairs of socks and slippers
the icy cold is a reminder
i'm not in new zealand anymore

The white snow reflecting the sun
lulling me into a false sense of warmth
so i run outside in little more than a tee and jeans
only to be shocked back to reality
with the cold biting hungrily at my skin

As I'm rushing back into the warmth
I slam the door behind me,
kicking off my shoes
I throw myself at the couch,
wrapping myself in my toasty snuggle sack..

When i've caught my breath i switch on tele
to check the local temperature
as i wait with baited breath
it confirms my idea that its the sort of weather
only penquins love.