Poem for a stormy night
We are ready, we are set,
as prepared as we can get.
To face snow fall,
and wind's cold call.
Through winter's wild weather we will go.
Across the town and down the road,
to our friend's humble abode.
As snow piles high,
you might ask; why?
Through winter's wild weather we go.
The answer is not to bring season's cheer,
its not even about snacks and beer.
The truth is, its game night,
and we are itching for a fight.
So wild or tame, we go just the same,
through winter's wild weather.
