Snow and ice, ice and snow;
It’s everywhere I look and everywhere I go.
Piled high—a story at least,
No one seems able to tame this beast.
Cars covered with ugly salt stains—
Not washed away by the sleety rains.
We shovel and dig until we ache,
But we can’t seem to get a break.
Driving on roads that are often slick
Can be a death-defying trick.
A NASCAR driver I am not—and
I really want to keep the limbs that I’ve got.
Eight storms since the start of this year—
Trust me, we’ve had it up to here.
Of winter, we are sincerely sick—
We want to give its ass a swift kick.
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