Sub Zero

Stepped outside for a smoke, no it’s not the weather for me

Sub-zero temperatures, how cold can it be?

Back to the comfort of my cozy quarters

And pen another poem for starters.

There’s no such thing as bad weather, only badly dressed

So tomorrow I’ll wear my woollies & put that to the test.

Some like it hot & I can’t say I don’t

Roll on the end of this bloody cold front!

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