In winter I had a pig for dinner
My dad wanted chicken but I was the winner.
The winter clouds are in the sky,
Coming down like a dead fly.
On the ground I saw a pig pound.
Where there was a bun
And a fat man having fun.
In winter I went to a game
It was somewhat fun, but so lame
No one could take the blame
For not playing like the flame.
People thought the losers were fools
but I thought they were cool.
In winter I was cold but not old.
In winter I had a pie but I lie. By Fineasi
