Snow, you’re so beautiful
even fun to play with,
but once I get a feel for cold
your beauty, it’s a myth.
You think it’s funny when my car
gets stuck in the medium,
You think it’s funny when my driveway
turns into a comedian.
I spent an hour last night
cleaning you away,
only to look this morning
to find you’ve doubled anyway.
It’s not particularly nice
when I open my car door,
to find the seats covered
and oh so much more.
My hair is flat and greasy
after doing it up nice,
I curse you sand of winter
you will pay the price.
The groundhog says
there will be six more weeks,
of torturous foot soakers
and rosy red cheeks.
Well I say enough
bringeth thee warm weather,
and when the snow melts
we’ll all rejoice together.