Can you feel him?
Nibbling at your toes,
Ready to freeze your soul,
Casting red upon your nose.
Always round the corner,
Very quick to pounce,
Just one touch,
And shivers begin to dance.
The reason behind,
Soaring energy bills,
High knitwear sales,
And under-the-weather feels.
His name is Jack Frost,
A bitter-consumed elf,
No thoughts for others,
Constantly thinking about himself.
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