Poem

Wrote this in my 9 a.m. class today.  I kinda feel like I should've just stopped after the first part, but meh, whatever.


The wind is blowing, cold as ice

A fire glowing would be nice

Oh how I hate this walk to class

As all the students freeze en masse

I wish they would turn on the heat

But I guess that’s too great a feat.

Here I sit all bundled up

Sipping hot chocolate in a cup

Can’t they cancel class for cold?

Skipping is not good, I’m told

Maybe it will start to snow

That makes it worth it, don’t you know?

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