These don't include today's (which I've yet to write). The first is part of a longer piece I've planned for a Fantasy story. I'll add more to this as the 100 days go along. The second is about the snow. The third is another limerick.

The Prophesies of Nak'tim.

Two babes born of mining stock.
Born of green and raised through rock.
One to take the forest path.
T'other joined to him by wrath.
One to rule the mining folk.
T'other tends the fir and oak.
Both will clash when blood is spilt.
Shattering the powers built.
Death will be their first divide.
One must then be forced to ride.
Ten score years to learn the trade.
Ten more past as memories fade.
Both will play a part in this.
Freedom earned by Grim's first kiss.
Future of an entire nation,
Hangs upon a celebration.
Only when they learn their past,
When armies of the Karn are massed,
Then the peace can be secured.
Signed in blood when rifts are cured.

Cold.
Our house is cold 'cause we're trying to save money.
I long for a day that is lovely and sunny.
But til then I'll sit by the heater a while
And warm myself up and defrost this ice smile.

Cold smiles are dangerous, didn't you know?
I may look quite cheerful, out in the snow.
Well I'm not -- I'm planning a retaliation
Upon those who lie at the Welsh Weather Station.

It's going to get warmer -- going to melt.
Well I'm off with my gloves and I'm going to pelt
The weatherman with non-existent snowballs
And when he splutters and when he falls

I'll feel rather guilty 'cause he's not to blame 
But it's nice to have a scapegoat just the same.

Limerick
There once was a dog from Paris
Who wanted to go in the sea.
So he got a lift down
To a small fishing down
And he went in the sea for a pee.