There was a lonely soda can named Coka. She had a crush on Frost for 3 years. Frost was the cutest ice cube in the freezer. She was sitting in bed watching tv when Frost zoomed into her mind. Right then and there, she decided to tell Frost on Friday. She waited till the big day, Friday. She opened the door and walked down to Frost’s house. She saw a lot of beer on her way. But one beer stood out, and it was Burt. Burt had a crush on Coka for a while and she knew he did. She never liked Burt because he was mean to her in grade school. He noticed her and started coming to her. Coka ran faster and made it to Frost’s house.She rang the doorbell and waited. Burt knew Coka liked Frost. Finally Frost answered, “Hello Coka, what do you need?”

“I really, really like you and have for 3 years now, bye,” Coka explained quickly, knocked Frost’s hand off the door knob and slammed the door in his face. She started back home but then in the corner of her eye, saw Burt making his way to Coka. She ran. He ran. She ran faster. He ran faster. She opened the door and slipped through the small opening she made and closed the door. As she watched tv again she got a call, “Hello?”

“Hey its Frost, I also have liked you for 3 years now, too,” explained Frost. Then Frost hung up. After a while they caught up on life and went out on dates. Weeks later Coka and Frost went on a date and enjoyed smoothies for lunch. As they were finishing up, Burt crumbled on in and noticed them. “Hey, what are you doing with my girl?” screamed Burt. Coka didn’t even care to look at Burt, “I don’t even like you because nobody does or ever will.” Burt was about to yell at Coka again when the freezer door opened and there stood a human. Just as the door opened, Frost fell out of the freezer. “Nooooo!” screamed Coka. “Yessss!”screamed Burt. “Now we can be together.” Just as Burt finished yelling, the human picked up Burt and closed the freezer door. The end…

This poem is not about the cold.

This poem is not about cold air grabbing you as you take out the recycling.

It is not about the fierce wind howling at you.

Nor about the harsh, frightening rain knocking on the roof.

It isn’t even about the cold mornings when waking up for school.

This is a warm poem.

A having-sleepovers-and-staying-up-late-with-my-best-friend poem.

This is a playing-basketball-with-my-friends-in-the-wind poem.

A poem that likes to sit on the hover-board while watching youtube videos.

This poem wears warm leggings wrapped around you.

This poem loves sitting in the hot bathtub while watching videos and eating snacks.

This poem wants to fall asleep in a warm surrounding.

This poem is not about the cold.

I am flexible and good with hand balance

I wonder if I will impress people

I hear my mom bragging to her friends about me

I see the smiles on my friends faces

I wish I could show more people my talent

I am flexible and good with hand balance

I pretend to walk around the world

I feel happy I found something I love

I touch the solid ground with my hands

I worry that something might happen to me 

I cry tears of joy when my mom talks about it

I am flexible and good with hand balance

I understand that I will get better

I say I can  do this in my head

I dream I can always get better

I try to walk up and down the stairs

I hope I can walk on different grounds

I am flexible and good with hand balance