Oh the winds,
Pounding on my hinges.
The blowing of the snow,
Motivating me to...go?
Ha, go you say so?
I think, no.
I'd rather pull my blanket over my head,
Lie in my body heat in my bed.
Cascade the world to a different bloom,
As I lie here....in my 90 degree room.
You say we build a snowman?
I say you have gone crazy man.
Ha! I don't think so!
We have body heat for a reason,
And to betray it, like treason?
You can build a fort!
You can make an angel!
I'll lie here...In a puzzled kind of sort.
I'll lie here...With my blanket in a tangle.