Life has stopped Outside,
There is a snow blizzard,
We laze around the house,
Nibbling away like a mouse,
No electricity, No t.v.,
No heating, but cold feeling,
The mighty city hath frozen,
People have chosen, To be safe,
To remain in the confines,
Of homes, But for the poor waif,
Stranded outside, Soon to be dead,
We only feel bored, Among the walls,
Of the inside, And Go to bed,
With nothing left to do instead.