Barely Readable

This is a little something different. I haven’t written a cheesy poem since the demise of Sarr Chasm, but the Iowa winter inspired me to write a couplet. I have to mention Ross for his play on seasonal affective disorder, which led to the full poem. Without further ado:

Thinking of the line
Of snow-draped pine
I pine and wine
And sometimes rhyme
All for a warmer clime.
The doctor, a friend of mine,
Saying into his recorder
“Seasonal poetical disorder”
Writes out an order.
Writes, “Sun lamps, Vitamin D.”
But the remedy, unfortunately
As you can see
Hasn’t much helped me.