Woe Is Winter
Woe Is Winter
Woe again to my new winter
Out each window am a squinter
Looking at all the sheets of white
Blaring cold taking another bite.
If in desert living on dirty ranch
Would not experience avalanche
But if high on a mountainside
May be taken for quite a ride.
Skiing swiftly down a high hill
May be traumatic and a thrill
And while talking to some nerds
Asked me if I skied backwards.
Enjoy Christmas while you can
And are boiling items in a pan
Of pastries must be a good judge
May make peanut brittle or maybe fudge.
(Unless you are carrying a grudge.)
Jim Horn
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