i HATE winter...A NiaG Poem
The wind is howling
My face is scowling
I'm already dreading it all
I don't mind summer
I don't mind spring
I don't mind fall at all
The good times are over
Gray clouds will soon hover
I will cry and pout to the very last
If I see him this season,
I'll pull down my pants
And tell old man winter to kiss my winter dried .....!