30 Poems in November #8, Shall I Compare Thee

Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?
Thou art as cranky as a bough ladened with ice,
As merciless as a nor'easter,
And when we snuggle on a cold night
You pull over all the covers.

How do I love thee?
I love thee as ruthlessly as a snowplow on a highway,
To the breath and depth and width of the fifth winter storm,
And when we snuggle on a cold night
I shove you off the couch.

As well matched as fighting cocks
With our beaks sharpened.
We snuggle on a cold night
And finally sleep.