A poem to bitterly cold weather
Oh the weather outside is frikkin' cold
Making the walk from my car to the building is less than delightful
I am glad I am not a toad
Living outside would be frightful
The weather makes my feel bitter and cold
just like your mother
With that said before we are too old
I am going to tell everyone you went to prom with your brother!
Merry frikkin Christmas
with more than a little sass.