The spoilt brat longs for winter sun,
She recalls walks on the beach and
The taste of pasta, tossed with garlic & prawns.
The spoilt brat wants to dabble her toes
In warm sea water, watching
Dogs playing joyfully on the sand.
The spoilt brat misses basking
In the warmth on the terrace or
Shopping in big malls with fun stores.
The spoilt brat knows that in feeling
Disappointed she risks being outed as
Spoilt, but boy did that winter sun feel good.
Pretty disappointed in my writing but trying to flex my creative muscles again, hopefully they’ll warm up in time for a better poem next week!