I went for a walk in the snow yesterday and wrote a poem on the trot.
You may wish to hear it and be overjoyed.
It is called snowball throttler beware of your social image.
Snowball throttler beware of your social image
You roll your giant hand around your balls,
Snow balls that is, and you hide your bold facade,
Waiting in antic-like anticipation for those you are about slay,
A devilish chuckle spits through your twisted clenched lips,
The ball in your hand a grenade of terror for a little soldier,
They come, your eye twitches at the corner intrudence,
You wait, arm long like a gorilla, catlike stance,
Throwing , direct hit, the target falls, shocked from the surprise,
You run home in delight, a satisfied lad.