More Sweater Poem Fun
The Ice Queen needs to stay warm. That's why she appreciates a good sweater poem:
by Lloyd Kriegel
You may be made of wool,
But wearing you I feel way cool.
In body heat you keep me wrapped,
My temp so high I might just nap.
My faith in you runs very deep.
Because your fibers come from sheep.
And while you often make me itch.
It doesn't mean that I'm your bitch.