The Weathers Bad

I step outside to a cold breeze,
I feel as if I might get a brain freeze.
The weather is bad
Says my dad.
I feel like I might cry.
I stand their in pain,
Praying it won't rain, I wish I was in a train.
I say to myself i'm going to be fine,
But really i'm probably 'bout to whine.
I make a move,
But as i groove i meet a signal of stop.
What do I do?
I question you.
This day could not go worse.
I say good bye to all you guys,
Oh finally I can enjoy a nice warm pie.


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