Winter...I hate you.
I'm getting old, you're getting cold.
I long for the days of shorts and tees,
You bring days of gloom and freeze.
My bike sits lonely against the wall,
My dog sits shivering, in the hall
The days of sunscreen have long since passed,
Winter, why don't you kiss my ass?
Soon enough the temps will rise,
And Winter I'll look you in the eyes
Your icy stare will scare no more
As I bound naked, out the door
Until that time, you rule the day
And under blankets I will stay
But soon again, I shall run wild
And beat Winter down like a red-headed step child...
Winter, I hate you.....you bastard.
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