Janette Hoppe #9 Sweet Child O Mine

winter has settled itself at our door
"don't let him in sweet child"
he's a squatter, a rotter
on the verge
and slightly off his rocker
"don't let him in sweet child"
he has hands like steel
hard,
cold and unfeeling
yet feeling everywhere
all of the time
"don't let him in sweet child, don't let him in sweet child"
No means NO sweet child.