Grab that Coat, tuck in yo’ scrote, get dat lip ready t’ pout, cuz it’s ‘bout to git’ cold out.
Old man winter’s trackin’ in snow with iz clomp clomp Ugz
Too cold to even get dat lady to give you those two handed tugz.
Snow’s dumpin’ East droppin inches, no feet in da West
Satan’s getting’ chilly in his North Pole conquest.
Snow foxes be hoppin’ be livin’ like kings
Snowin’ like Nantucket, cuddlin’ up Helen from Wings.
Humans be shovelin’, burrowin’ through drifts like moles
Using all you can, keepin’ warm – papers, woods, candles and coals.
Three plus feet and God’s dumpin’ more
Prayin’ for Apocalypse, summonin’ the earfs core.
But don’t worry, should be gone in a hurry
The Right sez no Global Warmin’, They’d be swearin’ for a jury
If da earfs getting’ hotter, den why all deez flakes?
Da globe’s just fine – if it aint, our grand kids’ll pay for deez mistakes.

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