Whipping wind-chill I welcome thee?
Ball-numbing cold is all for me.
Biting bastard, freeze my cheek,
Frozen snot, I will leak.
Watery eyes, frozen now,
No big deal, ahead I plow.
Don't mind you much,
You're not so tough,
Least you're not sucking blood & stuff.
Whipping wind-chill I embrace.
Better than a 'squito on my face.
Come summer, when bugs are out,
I'll long for thee
I'll miss your frigid apogee.
Whipping wind-chill thanks a lot,
I do so much like licking my frozen snot!
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You know, I detect some genuine talent hidden in there! I shall definitely have to send you an invitation to my next silly guest poetry event.
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