“In Winter I’m Rounder,” Friend, Jan. 1992, 47
In Winter I’m Rounder
In winter I’m rounder
and fatter than before.
I’m wearing coats and sweaters
and woolen hats galore.
My hands are as plump as kittens
when I’m wearing winter mittens.
My legs in thick, snug snow pants
look like an elephant’s.
Indeed, I must confess
that when I do undress,
I feel as small and light
as a bird flown out of sight.