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Monday 23 December 2013

Snow Poem

In honour of today's weather, here is my ode to Snow:

Snow by Person on a Bicycle aged 44.6

When we get snow
I have to go slow
Because my bicycle has no plough
I will crawl like a snail
Big flappy flakes get in my eye
They come from somewhere in the sky
Don't ask me why
I am not a meteorologist that's why
I think it's something to do with a warm wet front meeting an area of cold air or something I'm not really sure don't quote me on that
You arsehat

The END.





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