For some reason I'm a bit like the weather. Quickly changing, and most likely depressing for anybody looking for something bright in their life.
Well, it's snowing here again. A cold front came through tonight and instantly selected my underwear for tomorrow. Dress style here is dictated by the weather conditions.
So, before I disappear in a snow drift I thought I'd post a warning of what may happen if you partake of too many alcohol based drinks over the holiday season.
Nothing in this poem ever happened to me, I think, it's just pure fiction from watching other folk having too much fun whilst under the influence.
Yun's aa fir enoo.