It’s raining outside and I am freezing cold.
I can’t find my gloves ‘They’re where you last had them.’ i’m told.
My toes feel so icy beneath my layers of socks,
and my jeans are baggy, so i’ll have to wear a frock.
My fingers are cold and my boobies are warm,
I’m wondering can I pull of a braless form?
I can’t oh I can’t so I take a deep breath
and scream out in shock as the cold hits my breasts.
I can’t find my scarf. I can’t find my gloves,
i’m pretty sure I need more socks and stuff.
I’m too cold to move, too cold to dress,
perhaps I could stay here, and just simply rest.