A/N: I ain't got no money to own InuYasha or Let it Snow and therefore, I don't.

Another poetic fic from moi. This time its Sango and Miroku. Sung to the tune, "Let it Snow."


Oh, the weather outside is delightful

But sitting near Miroku is frightful,

And since I always got some place to go

Where the fuck is that bastard, Nar-ak-oo?


The groping don't show signs of stopping

And his hands are much completely roving

Somehow sunlight has been turned down low….

And if he tries a move he'll be singing so-pran-o!


Then I finally tell him to go fly a freekin' kite,

And do it in a very dangerous electric storm,

While holding a metal key really, really tight,

That way I can get some needed retribution!


The perverted Houshi is still vying

Because he tells me his love is "undying,"

But as long as he's still near me, EW!

I'm gonna kick his butt with Hir-ai-kot-suu!