What kind of weather is this?
Instead of morning, I'm greeted by mist,
Shivering as if my nerve endings are searching an exit route,
I grab as many layers as possible, even tempted to throw on my suit,
What kind of weather is this?
"I'm not leaving", Me and this House Heater will learn to co-exist!
Questioning what is colder out there,
Their hearts or the equally as icy air,
I've got socks on,
Not 1, Not 2, I got lots on,
That I Don't intend to, tend to, while its ten or under,
These degree marks academics have no bearing on, as my body warmth becomes asunder,
Thunder..
We wish,
This climatic revenge was definitely served cold; no dish.
What kind of weather is this?
Is stepping out worth the risk?
I beg to differ,
I beg to dinner,
Just for the condensation fuelled fumes that hover the plate,
Is it melodramatic to state, that I hate, that this weather hath sealed my fate??
What kind of weather is this?
Biting my fingertips, but never offering a kiss,
RUDE!!
At least with a female, we couldve got nude,
This weather hasn't given me anything but chill,
As it desperately tries to transmit trailing germs to get me ill,
I veer left and right, dodging its slicing traumatic temperature tingles,
What kind of weather is this? No Paddy, but taking out a nation in singles.
