Il fait frette

What's this now window,
you're all frozen up,
with ice crystals flocking
your pathway's smooth flux.

Because of this lock
I must go outside
and exhale smoke at
minus 25!

Next time let's try to
coordinate
a less cumbersome chilly
recreational state.

Not that I don't mind
a breathe of fresh air,
but this weather freezingly
tends to impair.