It’s not that I’ve chosen

To live nearly frozen

With frostbitten toes n’

Sniffling red noses

But that’s just my lot

Not something I’ve sought

I’ve just found my self caught

In this wintry draught

I’m perpetually chilly

I’ve sure had my filly

Of snowmen so silly

Built round willy-nilly

I’d love a get-away

A tropical vaycay

On the beach where I would lay

Basking in the sun’s rays

Instead I’m trapped, locked

Where icicles mock

My home is a rock

In this solid ice block

(an ode to this freaking blizzard outside-anyone else getting this?)