The winter storm rages at the top of its lungs
I’ll give it a whipping with my acidic tongue
You won’t get me down with your eternal thrashing
I’d love to see you get one horrible bashing
The ice the snow, the never ending squalls
For weather this treacherous you got to have balls
You’re wretched vindictive, and spiteful too
Not to worry you misery I’ll see you through
Sipping hot chocolate is the only cure
Think I’ll stay in my pj’s for the rest of the year
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