January 18th, 2018 | Winter's Chaotic Trip of 2k17(8)

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Winter's Chaotic Trip of 2k17(8)

Winter was fooling around this year.
''Got sick of the same annual shit'', we hear.
He packed up the piles o' snow in his bags,
''I'm off to the South, so-long, you fags!''

The next thing we know,
the North had no snow,
no snow to plow
or snowballs to throw.

It snowed heavy in Paris,
making Seine almost flood;
mid-Europe's snowstorms -
crashed cars stained with blood.

Yet the people up North
could not stop their rant,
''There's snow down in Spain,
what we have is scant!

No snowballs to throw,
no blocked streets to plow...''
Yet, winter still answered
with an apathic ''So?''

But his luck turned on him, he couldn't go further
or else by the blazing Sun he would be murdered.
In Sahara's desert Winter's journey had to stop
so he picked up his bags and up North he would hop.

With a premature end to his foolish trip,
Winter sat in his throne, in his right hand a whip.
Having fled from the Sun to his majestic fort,
for consolation he ordered snow angel's escort

... and as they begun shagging, snow started to fall;
there was a great ending for the North afterall.