Pylimitics

The weather’s getting colder.
I go out; it’s snow I find.
Now I feel, to my surprise,
that I have changed my mind.

Snow changes the smells
in gentle little ways
and you can poke it with your nose
if you’d like to play.

At first I thought it was more like rain
and that stuff I despise.
But snow is a better choice
of stuff that comes from skies.

So now I think that snow’s okay
and I guess I’ll allow it.
As long as I can run around
and use my nose to plow it.

-Chocolate