It Is I Your Something
I have made you a scarf,
But seeing it might make you barf.
On the bright side it does not smell bad,
And I hope that will make you glad.
It’s purpose to keep you warm,
like frost on a flowers form.
If it does not work i’ll be befuddle,
And apologize with my warmest cuddle.
The cold gets worse every year.
But isn’t that why I am here.
Now you do not have to fear,
For it is I, your something, and I got you gear.