The Cold, a poem.

Here's a Poem about the cold that I have written:

THE COLD by Person on a Bicycle, Aged 44 and a half.

Cold
Why are you so cold?
Why do I have to feel like a human icicle
When I'm pedalling my bicycle?
My thumbs feel like two frozen sausages
And my throat is in need of some lozenges
I feel so down
When you are
Around,
Cold
Although,
When someone smiles back at me and says "Cor, it's a bit Chilly"
I forget all about my shrunken, permafrost-riddled willy
And I feel happy to be alive
Then I skid on some ice and take a dive
And I am crushed by Jay who's just learnt to drive.

THE END.