Amoeba, alas, my love

In spring flowers blossom
In summer the sun shines
Autumn brings fruit and vegetables
But winter reigns in the dirty pool of water
Amoeba´s heart is colder than ice
It does not care for me ai ai alas!

Winter brings nothing but goose bumps
yet it we dream about the magic land
under the warm blanket
when the frost kisses our window

Yes... so I dream about you, my amoeba
though frost has touched your heart
i believe the spring will come
and we will make a lot of children in the dirty pool!

Pretentious Poet, 30 October 2012