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White Day


I hit the alarm, and sighed a spiteful groan

For I have to get out of bed, and enter the awful cold

 

It will be worth it I say, for soon i'll be free

I must then go forth, and ready my car, you'll see!

 

I load it all in, from bottom to brim, 

almost ready to leave

Its time to go, so lets drive in the snow,

its all I really need

 

Now let me say, I can no longer be bored

For there is much new snow, so let us go, and snowboard!

 

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