No thoughts of lacy snowflake kisses;
That chance of flurries never misses.
I don’t mind shovelling much but this is
More than I can stand.
I hoped it’d wane, and so I waited,
Instead it waxes unabated;
It seems the Snow Gods must have hated
All that I had planned.
I don’t know why I bothered waking;
My limbs are tired, my back is aching,
And yet more snow the clouds are making.
“Stop it!” I demand.
Oh, how it snowed last year. Remember?
Four months and more from mid-December.
But Heaven’s sake, it’s just November
Here in Snow Squall Land!
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