Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Something Different

The winter day is looking great

To go out to the nearby creek,

And thereupon I can ice skate,

Winter pleasure I love to seek.

When I get there, to my chagrin

The creek water has not turned to

Ice, not cold enough has it been.

To match my coat, my mood is blue.

Oh well, I think to myself, I

Will not have made this trip for naught.

A new winter thing I will try,

That other folks don't do a lot.

There is no ice to skate upon,

So going wading I have gone.