Enough

Enough with the weather, The snow and the ice. The storms we have had Really ought to suffice. Enough with the potholes, The plows and the salt. Though we’re being punished, It isn’t our fault. Enough with the shovels, The scrapers, the blowers And gutters which turn Into icicle growers. Enough with the mittens, The scarves and the boots, The problems with transit And longer commutes. Enough with the coughing, The fever, the sneezes, The outages when Every power line freezes. Enough with this winter With which we’re afflicted, But after all, it’s What the groundhog predicted!