How come it’s a chore to leave open a door as you enter the coffee shop here?
So let’s not be a troll, just put wood in the hole, coz it’s fucking cold this time of year.
I don’t care if you’re old, coz we all feel the cold, you’re not sitting at home in your chair. But then if you persist, I’ll be sure to assist anyway till we get you back there.
This final third act of my ode should redact any venomous sting in the tail, but just for this once lets be nice through these months of true winter and good will prevail.
