Snowball Fight
Running away,
I should get paid.
For I am under attack
and ammo I lack.
For sure I will loose.
This I would not choose.
I flee,
behind a tree
I get snow balls
and I hear the calls
of raining hail.
I turn pale.
I run into the battle,
like a general on a horse and saddle.
I shot hard,
But they shoot ice shards.
I nail them with three balls.
