So Betsy was saying how she liked that awful stuff and sometime during my hate for snow huff, the bush with the crack came about and it prompted this little shout.
My bush is warm and cozy,
In the spring in can smell rosey.
No one can tell I'm there,
As they walk right by my lair.
The snow crack is rather cold,
And hypothermia might take hold.
Plus white doesn't allow me to blend,
If I have to hide after an insult I send.
So that's one for my bush,
And none for the other tush.
Bugs like my bush too,
They come from all over to view.
Crawling on the branches of it,
Trying to make a nest at my pit.
No bugs lurk in this crack,
It would take a whole pack,
Just to keep warm,
So no bugs is the norm.
So that's two for mine,
As on the bugs I can dine.
My bush loses its leaves once a year,
Then everything is bare I fear.
But I can attach some fake ones,
Although I have to buy tons.
The snow crack melts three seasons,
For all different reasons.
Plus the cat hates water too,
So that just would not do.
Three for my bush with a crack,
The snow one really seems to lack.
My bush stays still,
No matter the thrill.
Oh and FYI, if it starts to rock,
With a magic top hat,
The snow one could move on the cat.
Can you imagine that?
Stuck in a moving snowman's ass even when he sat.
So that is four,
Need I do more?
I think you know my bush will win,
I don't even have to be biased at my bin.
So to the poor snowman crack,
You seem to lack.
But give your reflection a look,
Before leaving my nook.
And pucker up to it,
Come on! Just a little bit?
Oh and did I mention it could turn yellow,
If a mutt decided to bellow.
That is just epic fail,
And so ends my crack comparison tail.
Never fear if my tail is in the air as you pass. I won't always show you my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.