Hello, this is my lovely poem. What can i say i have to speak about the week. Now i love snow, apparently my city says no. It's so frustrating and lame, it's 35 degrees and pouring rain. Now that's insane is what i think, snow you can climb, rain you will sink. Freezing and snow you have an ice rink. That rink in the rain doesn't exist cause it's warmer what a trip. Well i must say that's the end no snow, i go look, aahhh it's a no.
-Rizzy