The Winter Time Blues

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This is sung to the tune of Jingle Bells.

Dashing through the snow,
It's thirty-two below,
My hands are cold, my feet are numb,
For some this weather sure ain't fun.

My eyes are tearing up,
My nose has turned bright red,
My fingers hurt, the car won't start,
I should have stayed in bed.

Ohhhhh! Off to work, off to work,
I gotta get to work.
The car won't start, the battery died,
I'll have to try to hitch a ride.

Standing in the cold,
I'm waiting for the bus,
If I don't freeze to death today,
It's cause pneumonia got me fust.

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Vera Duggan

Date: 12/20/2016 4:55:00 AM

Thank you for this delightful and funny little winter poem, living over here I could say the opposite, so damn hot, hope you are well, take care and don't freeze......Vera

Judy Ball
Date: 1/15/2017 6:28:00 PM

Thank you so much Glad you enjoyed it/ God Bless, JB

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/13/2016 3:44:00 PM

great parody of the song, Judy. I used to do Christmas carol parodies a long time ago. they are a lot of fun.

Judy Ball
Date: 12/17/2016 4:42:00 PM

Thanks so much Andrea. Merry Christmas, JB

Daniel Turner

Date: 12/13/2016 9:51:00 AM

32 below! BRRR! I used to work on an oil rig and I've seen it get pretty cold but I'm not sure I could have worked all day in 32 below. That's cold, Mrs Judy! The poem is cute:) I hate it when the battery is dead.

Judy Ball
Date: 12/17/2016 4:46:00 PM

Thank you so much Daniel. Glad you like it. Merry Christmas, JB