FRIGID COLD FREEZING STUFF

I can handle snowy days,

They're worse since I've grown old,

But I can't stand the blowing,

Freezing, frigid cold!

Even though I don a sweater,

Two coats bought by me Mum,

A hood to block the weather,

The wind flies up me bum!

Benji doesn't seem to mind,

As he walks his merry way,

I guess his fur is way too thick,

To feel the frigid day!

I shiver so hard I feel that I,

Could shake myself apart,

While sitting on my car's iced seat,

 God, let this buggy start!

I remember as children we would play,

Outside in zero temps,

We wouldn't stop 'till we were numb,

Oh, no, we were not wimps!

I get confused now in the cold,

And lose my navigation,

The freezing frost goes through me,

Due to lack of circulation!

I now know how a well digger feels,

On a bitter day, a bit,

Or like the proverbial coldness,

Of the lonely witches t**!