Winter Poem

Skidoo

Rumbling Skidoos in the yard

I hear the crisp snow as I drive under the skis

Excited to drive in the starlight sky

I taste the sparkling snow on my tongue

In my suit I feel heavy

My hands are cold like popsicles

I smell the white smoke from the skidoo

I turn off the skidoo

Then I take off my heavy clothes

When I am in I have some steaming Hot Chocolate

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