Nov 15, 2005 18:49
Fuck you Cold Weather
Wind blowing
Trees wavering
Blustery Blustery
The cold is bitter
It bites...hard
Almost as hard as your nipples are right now
You walk into the bastardly breeze
It messes up your hair
You curse at mother nature
You get inside
The warmth spreads over you like peanut butter
You feel a little sense of bliss
Then it starts
Its uncontrollable and gross
Your nose is running
THe ENd
Hope you liked my poem ya'll. Its original...I promise. LOL