Ode to Winter Archery Practice

My nose runs snot

It’s not hot, you see

There’s winter in the air

 

But, practice I must

Or my scores will go bust

Oh I wish I’d worn long underwear

 

My cheeks are numb

My toes are froze

Still, Eastons they fly though the air

 

Is that an eight I shot?

I’m too cold to care

How I wish for long underwear

 

Is that rain on me

That would be cruel you see

Nope it’s sleet that falls down on me

 

I finished the day

In a very cold way

Next time there’ll be long underwear

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