Amie Brodie
Dec 23, 20201 min
A poem by Amie Brodie
The winter sun comes peeping
Sideways through my windows,
Too ashamed to really show her face,
And she should be,
Because she hasn't been
Doing her chores.
Getting up so late, and when she does
She's in such a bitchy mood;
Sullen, with her red hair messed.