Some southern rebel,

Called earlier this eve,

Just in time for the dogs walk,

Do you know hard it is to talk,

When holding the phone in the cold,

Nineteen degrees to be exact,

So for my ten frozen digits please grieve…

Of course only five can freeze at once,

But now I have to have Rufuz type, I feel a dunce,

Only one hand have I got, I hope that rebel is happy,

Man, do my wittle digits feel altogether crappie…

Guess by tomorrow, my digits will be back to new,

I hope he apologizes in his imminent review,

Or he will regret this of my digits transgression,

If my digits never heal, I will have to on his head have a skull session…NOT!J

© ed J 2/16/07