With the recent onslaught of cold weather - snow in Texas - nipples hardened not by the foxy furnace repair man, but the chill in the air - a need for earmuffs and far too many clothes... My inner bard was inspired by all this spaztastic chillyness to write a poem in honour of this frosty-ass frigid bitch that is vexing us all. I hope you enjoy it.
Fuck!
It's Cold.
The End.
