>*except for running.
Holler peeps it’s time for a rhyme,
Grab a seat if you’ve got the time.
Some white stuff is coming down out of the sky,
Bread, milk and TP is what the people buy.
The mexis gather round the chimney with care,
In hopes that whatever they pray to would soon be there.
Denise sets up camp at Du Burns Arena,
This wet ass snow will not make her cleaner.
The bars open up to serve drinks and din,
To stay in tonight would be a mortal sin.
Get your lawn chairs ready to mark that spot,
This snow’s comin’ in, ready or not!