This is a personal statement, my dears.
Chill canadian clouds converge, charging, coming closer,
conquering Keri's cherished celestial climate.
Consistently cold Keri, cabin-bound,
is constantly cloak and cover clad.
Coveting change, Keri cries,
"Come close, King Charming,
comely (chilly) queen craves cuddling"
Smooches,
Keri.
|