Snow Daze
Ready or not,
Here comes the snow.
Wind's blowing hard,
And it's twenty below.
I'm clearing my drive,
With shovel in hand.
Every heavy blast,
Makes it hard to stand.
It's not even noon,
And it's three feet thick.
A new electric blower,
Would do the trick.
My hands are frozen,
My toes are numb.
My ears are red,
And my nose is plum.
My back is sore,
From this manual labor.
If I had the money,
I'd hire my neighbor.
But, until that day,
It all falls on me.
It'd be nice if the city,
Did the job for free.
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