sillyO beautiful bus shelter all shiny and new!
When I first set eyes on you, my joy blossomed and grew,
For I knew beyond the tiniest doubt
That my luck had changed and there was gladness throughout.
Although the ground was covered in a layer of snow
And the cold, cruel blasts of winter had started to blow,
I could withstand the elements in my harbour of glass.
The wind chill was less brutal and biting and brash.
But if you were to ask me what most did please,
It would be that my cheeks weren't burned and my tits didn't freeze.
