The Winter Break Down

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