YOU CAN'T THINK UP A POEM EITHER, SO BITE ME

Berlin Irving - Snow

Snow
It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
Snow
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow

Snow
I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
Snow
Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow

Where it's snowing
All winter through
That's where I want to be
Snowball throwing
That's what I'll do
How I'm longing to ski
Through the

Snow
Those glist'ning houses that seem to be built of snow
Snow
Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow

What is Christmas with no snow
No white Christmas with no snow
Snow

I'll soon be there with snow
I'll wash my hair with snow
And with a spade of snow
I'll build a man that's made of snow
I'd love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye
Go to sleep
And dream
Of snow


I am completely uninspired in the poetry department, so I decided to post lyrics again. I hate snow, but this song makes me think of Chad and giggle(as does that Santa Baby song). Bleh, school tomorrow. I hate school. *cries* I wanna be a rock star...

Ps. Peter's new guitar is muy PRETTY. It made me cream my jeans the instant that I saw it on his blog. Ok, not really, but it almost did. Maybe.

PPs. All Knowing Answer Man kicks ass...but I am too lazy to put him on my links right now.

Pss. Has anyone noticed my increasing use of elipsises? I try to stop...but I just CAN'T. I need help. Serious mind help. Perhaps some electric shock therapy would be just the thing. Or not, w/e.