Time for Winter Poetry

[Zurp]

Screw You, Winter!!!
by Zurp

I hate winter and all that other stuff;
It's cold out there and my ass is froze.
The drivers can't drive, the streets are icy;
My socks are soaked, the cold bites all my toes.

Too cold for women to show off some skin;
And Christmas is done, decorations all down.
The trees are all bare, the flowers are gone;
There's nothing to look at anywhere in town.

Worst of all, in the bottom of my heart;
Football is finished, such terrible times!
So now I say, "Boo! Screw you, Winter!! Boo!"
Hopefully, we can make something that rhymes.

 

[daddyphatsacs]

Snowflakes fly, cool breeze blows
the empty streets......no longer filled with hoes
Children pitter patter, wearing their mittens
While fruity men snuggle up with their pet kittens
The log on the fire keeps the house warm
While I occupy myself with an afternoon of porn
Sadly it's winter, fun is on the shelf
And all with all this inactivity........I'm just fucking myself.

 

[Saw31]

I hate winter, it really fucking sucks.
I hate driving behind salt fucking trucks.
I hate snow and the freezing fucking cold.
I hate my joints aching since I'm fucking old.
I hate that cold wind when it fucking blows.
I hate snot-cicles hanging from my fucking nose.
I hate static, when it gives me a fucking shock.
I hate the cold causing shrinkage of my fucking cock.
I hate ice and falling on my fucking ass.
I hate touching that frozen nozzle when pumping fucking gas.
I hate snow angels, snowmen and snowball fucking fights.
I hate constantly buying windshield washer fluid, that fucking bites.
I hate sneezing, coughing and getting fucking sick.
I hate you winter, you can suck my fucking dick.

 

[coastalbuck]

And then Santa's sleigh flew away with the speed of a cheetah.

 

[sandgk]

Feast of Stephen
John Cale: piano, guitar, bass, viola, vocal arrangement
Simon Nicol: guitar
Gecry Conway: drums
Sue Sunny, Liza Strike, John Cale: backing vocals

When winter came this year she found me well prepared for her
The flame well fed with pine, shuttered windows oakwood doors
From the low dales come the fiddler, gave his tunes their flight
Don't know her name or the dance that became her so well
From topmost limb of night's dark tree
Tonight my lantern light floats free
The ladies danced so well, the ladies danced so light
But it was not mortal step drew me from my guests to meet the night
Snow lies deep with friends unseen
I will light my eyes to Venus green
Holding my life with a hope
When the midnight skies rise,
She flies---

By Mike Heron