In the style of Shakespeare's 15th Sonnet
When I consider everywhere it snows Looks swell in photos but exposes torment, That this huge coat does nothing for my toes Where on black binding boots is warmth incumbent; When I descend through storms that never cease, Feel barbwire sleet deplete my will to fly, Attempt to land on rooftops thatched with grease And hear no joyful bells while reindeer cry; Then I abandon sleigh and find a park In Southeast Houston with a sunlit bench, Where once my beard has thawed my thoughts embark To ask this naughty wish of Mr. Grinch: Because my bones are old and creak in cold, May global warming hasten, seven-fold. 11/16/2018 Picture #2
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