I said brr its cold in here,
Cold enough to chill a beer.
Icicikles hanging off my nose,
Clinking each time the cold wind blows.
Gammy eyed duck skating on ice,
Wishing he could eat a bowl of rice.
Writing poems instead of listening,
Martyn talking about The King.
Oh well its no longer cold,
I wonder if there will be mold?
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