If I may be so Bold
I have to tell you that it is freaking Cold Out
I have been Told that it is the coldest winter (at least it feels like it).
I think we all want to Fold up into a ball
So that we could Hold onto to any warmth we are able to obtain.
If only we could get the heat from the Gold sun
Maybe we could Mold it into all of our homes
The stores have Sold out all of their heaters
So that every Hole Possible could be warm
Please don’t lick a Pole, you will get stuck, and people will laugh
Even the Mole knows to find retreat
Finding a partner so that they are not the Sole mole in the hole.
We all are trying to find every Sale we can
Because the cost of Bale of anything has risen
Is it weird that I want to hike to a Dale
Through this Gale and not worry about how cold I become?
The cold makes me feel Hale
And hey, I get to leave the Male dominated house for a little while
And when I return my cheeks are rosy instead of Pale
Now is a great time to end this Tale.