ICEBREAKER

Got blusterin' winds, colder than cold,
And I don't mind sayin'
It's gettin' mighty old.

Then an invisible person happened by,
And took my heating pad,
Though I don't know why.

Could've use it, for warmin' pieces-parts,
Stuff like tiny, frozen toes,
And skin that's fallin' apart.

Would someone tell me, please,
Who took that doggone pad,
Fore I begin to boil over,
Or start gettin' real mad.

But then again, rethinking it,
Perhaps throwin' a major fit,
Would be the very best way,
Of warmin' up this kind o' day.