My first creative writing poem

Winter Perils

My muscles clench in anticipation

because I cant' hide my deep appreciation

for the obnoxious elements that await me

So I step outside in an upset hurry

I'm decked out in my hat and scarf to brace

but the bitter wind penetrates and stings my face

The cold wet matter on the ground cruelly mocks

as it seeps through my shoes and dampens my socks

I walk so vigorously to escape this beast

Then comes what I expect the least,

after I have hourneyd thus far, there's a cold sparkly treasure blanketing my car

I should have known that this would be my fate

Driving in the winter, what could be more great?

I wrote this poem fairly quickly during school. It is simply about my general cynism toward the winter and all of the discomfort that it brings me. I guess I was feeling particularly down about the weather that day due to my being sick. Mr. Ackerman said it could be about anything, so I looked out the window and viola, a poem. Not one of my best, but it serves the purpose I suppose. It rhymes and conveys sarcasm, and that's basically what I had in mind.