Roundeley

I decided to take a stab at a roundeley. I'd like to start writing rodels and I figured this was a good first step. feel free to eviscerate me.

The snow is cold
flakes dropping in the Yahara
the snow is cold
man on the bridge is feeling old
stiff hands, sore joints and vertebra
smokes a Camel like a mantra
the snow is cold

I'm kind of turning into a regionalist, aren't I?

Monday (late) morning

Eyes are half open
I'm stumbling down the street
Give me some caffine

kick, kick, snare

Skin is dry and tight

I am hollow as a drum

Music is divine