My Gang And Groove (Icygroove) Poem by David Olughu

Winter in summer sun.
Snow balls for the snow man's son.
My gang and I,
feeling good and fly.
We've got the groove.
We've got nothing to prove.
If you can't stand our chill, please do well to move.

(Freeze!
You should be arrested for being so cool) .
It's not our fault that we cause groovebumps.

I spy, I spy;
I spy with my eyes something tasty.
I see something icy.
I scream,
we all scream,
ICE CREAM! ! !

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