2ndwitch

Rambling . . . 

In the morning I put on some shoes
And gaze in awe at a long-lasting bruise.
The games I play are those I lose
And the heater outside will blow a fuse.
Some sunshine warms the frost away
And the pots aren't cracked despite the clay;
The hours add up to make a day
And the birdsong fades to the cackling jay.
Another day has passed and gone
The paddling legs and the sailing swan.
The moon will rise and set alone
And I'll be shod again the morrow's morn!

The prompt today was to write a poem called a 'skeltronic'.