Run through the streets on a winters day

Grab a handful of snow

And run away

Behind a building, you hide

Get ready to aim

Then the snowball flies

Your best friend laughs

Then pegs you back

“You know, you’re gonna have to do a lot better than THAT”

Then once again

You run away

Grab a handful of snow

Even though

Your best friend’s behind you

Tailing your every move

But how can she stop you?

What can she do?

You turn around

A grin on your face

“If you’re trying to stop me,

I GUESS IT’S TOO LATE!”

You get ready to fire

Your friend gets ready to duck

Laughing all the while

But just your luck

‘Cause in the snow

Is your brother’s toy shield

And even though

You have a “weapon” to wield

She has means

Of deflecting it off

But you throw it anyway

I mean,

Why not?

Just as expected

She blocks it

But then

An enormous snowball

Flies out of her hand

The snowball hits you

Smack in the face

You spit out the snow

Then back to the house

The two of you race

You pull off your snow clothes

And sip hot cocoa

As you sit by the fire

Telling tales of snowballs