145 - Frozen

My fingers are cold

My toes are numb

The snow is so deep

Right up to my bum

It’s tricky to move

I feel a bit glum

It’s annoying to me

I can’t suck my thumb

My bits might break off

At the slightest cough

You sit there and scoff

I’ve really had enough

I’ve a frozen grin

The cold’s peeling my skin

I’ve snapped off my chin

Please let me in

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