My Winter Poem

Here comes winter cold and frosty

mothers complain of the frosty air

oh,how they complain of the frosty air and the clothes we wear 

and oh, how upset they get at the wine that is made

winter is here cold and frosty

oh,what a terrible season.

but alas with the cold and the mothers complaining we still have more to tell about winter

there is too much rain and how many rain coats are we made to were?

oh, what a terrible terrible season.