Winter Poem

[a poem that explores my fear of being locked outside of the house after a night of partying in -30 degree temps. Inspired by Deadmonton. Goes to the song 'Bow Down' by Ice Cube, or any Ice Cube song will work]
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Larry put your gloves on
Come dig your daughter out of the snow
She’s frozen like a popzicle
A popzicle a lobzicle
Lopsided kamikazikal
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See her little hair stickin out there?
That’s where she’s buried in her underwear
And a snowsuit that didn’t even help
Cause you didn’t hear her puppy yelps
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Dad. Daaaad. DAD.
Ring ring goes the bell
Pound pound goes the door
Daughter’s locked out, door’s frozen shut
Papa’s eyes are frozen shut you hibernatin putz
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Daddy get the shovel
The occupational handle one
The one with the curved handle
Yeah that’s the one, The one you got from Costco
You gonna dig your daughter out
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Put her by the fire
Melt that ice block off her knuckles
Make sure that arm doesn’t snap off
Too bad she drinks so much
She might have felt her heart freeze up
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Daddy get the coals
Daddy get the kindling
Get some financial statements to burn
Get the fork and rake them in
And don’t forget to bring the urn