It's a bright witch's tit.

It's cold this morning.  

And where there's not fog,

The sun shines so brightly!

There are very few clouds

And this allows the temps to 

plummet.  

I love mornings like this

when I get to

sit on the couch

sipping my coffee,

under a down blanket

(and a coupla cats).

I'm lucky to have such

beautiful views, 

even when it's 

colder than a witch's tit. 

I had one of those,

A witch's tit.  

It was close to my armpit

And big enough to notice. 

Some people call

those silly things

a third nipple. 

I think witch's tit

is more fun. 

It got in my way, 

So, one evening, 

with the help of my sweet,

I sliced it off. 

One swift and sure cut

and gone.  

No more witches tit. 

Oh, my. 

Where did I go wrong?

Starting out  talking about

the beautiful day

and finding my way

to witch's tits.  

I need to get out more. 

hbk