The bitter cold bites me in the arse
temperature drops the ten inch mercury,
I shivered as time stood still
The air dead frozen, muffing my ears.
Sun shining high up in the sky
its so called warmth told us lies,
I see no clouds and I highly doubt
that Winter will be nice to us.
As I sit my lazy arse on my bed
covering myself with all the blankets,
No warmth was given
but I fight on, Living
for another day.