This cost of living crisis
is a real pain in the bum
It is giving me brain freeze
and my fingers feel quite numb

I’m finding it hard to write 
my poetic flow is froze 
I’m chilled right through to the bone 
from my head down to my toes

The heating is not reaching 
the body parts it should reach 
I find I’m always dreaming 
of sunny days on the beach 

Wrapped in so many layers 
I resemble Two Tonne Tess
The monthly meter readings 
are causing me too much stress

I’m feeling rather gloomy
and my nose is turning blue
I don’t usually moan much
but what else can I do 

Feeling helpless and hopeless 
is causing my mind to slow
Hopefully I will thaw soon
and the words will start to flow 

This is just a grumpy write 
to voice how I feel today 
Hopefully tomorrow 
I’ll find something more cheerful to say