The weather’s icy fingers
Are pointing at my clobber
Seeking gaps and floppy flaps
A sneaky pocket picking robber
Ripping warmth and cosiness
From my winter warmer’s chest
Left aching in the deathly cold
Bemoans not wearing thermal vest
Our winters here are far from worst
We’re nowhere near the polar caps
But each degree that steals from me
Throws brittle shivers on cold snaps
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