Battles confined to a unkempt playing field
Because one dumb fuck did fail to yield
Prior to throwing a ball of snow 'cross the road
"Come at me, then, you fucking chode"
Shouted one to the other, in what's known as 'par'
As the ball collided with a passing car.
The police were called,
But more snow was balled,
And white fluffy missiles keep hurtling through the air
To melt, as you go indoors, into your once toasty hair.
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