The Kindness Of Miss Zarita by Alec

The Kindness of Miss Zarita

Everywhere the cold, its icy fingers reaching all over me,
shivering and shaking, cold and frosty,
The D, covered in layers of winter ice
But, out of the icy depths comes a hope of warmth, so nice

i hear crackles of a fire, coming from the fire pit,
i approach it, warming my mitt
She says i can be warmer still, and i grab for the chance
She gives me warmth, and saves me from freezing my lance

She pushes me onto the fire pit, chasing away the cold,
it feels warm, its flames casting a beautiful orange glow of gold,
and then i feel its heat, right below,
i look at Her, full of fear, but She just says, 'so?'

it gets hotter, and i feel the roast,
nuts begin to get hotter,
they crackle and split as the fire heats,
popping and scorching and breaking,

But it relieves me from the icy cold,
Then, it gets hotter, the heat triple-fold,
Weenies roasting on the fire, splitting and breaking
It screams , and it sure ain't faking

Snap, and crackle,
i ask Her for help, but hear a cackle,
i plead with Her, but thank Her at the same time
his frozen icicle thawed out, it feels like a crime

his wiener scorched now, black and bruised too
it feels cooked, the smell of roasted nuts boo-hoo,
crisped and warm, sizzled and crackled,
he hopes they don't become a meal for two

Suddenly i miss the cold, i crave the cold, but love
the heat
i thank Her,  so grateful i kiss Her feet
The warmth of the fire couldn't be neater,
This is the kindness of Miss Zarita