January you’re No friend of mine
You’re so cold and so unkind
The sun entices you outside your walls
To feel bitter cold and winter squalls
Oh, to be a bear: warm, asleep, in a cozy den
Waiting for winter to reach its end
But to be a bear, would stuff up my nose
And make me itchy from my head to my toes
So, I’ll layer on the clothes and try to keep warm
Stoke up the fire and whether the storm
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Clever title considering the contents of the poem!