It's hard to make up my mind
Seems it's always a decision
Of one or another kind
It's obviously icy out
It's clearly cold, and
Not only that…but I'm old
My skinny legs are covered
In goose-bumps
From the chill
And if the Ague
Doesn't get me
Then the vapours probably will
But if I have to
Make a decision
Well then…I surely will
Yesiree-bob,
I'm still a man of action
A man of decision still
My decision's been made
My plans have been laid
I'm still alive and in the loop
The die is cast
I know what I want at last
A hot steaming bowl of chicken soup! !
David Whalen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chickensoup-kind-of-day/
