Let it snow,
Please let it snow,
Why do we still have school anymore?
Please let it snow,
Before the roads get salted,
Before they know what's coming.
Let it snow,
Please let it snow,
Why can't you just freeze our doors?
Please let it snow,
I'm freezing my nose off,
But inside I have to peel my clothes off.
Elsa,
the cold hearted queen,
Either give us spring,
Or just let it fucking go,
Let it snow,
Please let it snow,
My history essay isn't finished.
(Don't act all innocent, this is what almost all of us think about Elsa being a bitch. Not enough snow to cancel, but just a dusting and freezing our butts off. If you have no clue who Elsa is or why I'm talking about her freezing butts off, I envy you.)
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PoetryI write some poetry now and then, and I thought it would be nice to share. CONTENT WARNING: Mature themes and Language. Read with your own discretion.
