Snow Poem by Marie Causey

People say its lovely, picture postcard looks
In reality picture postcards are better off in books
I have never liked the white stuff, or slippery ice
Something about its dangers tell me its not nice

It covers most of England, like a blanket of death
I have never liked it, walking in it leaves me out of breath
I slipped in it once and broke my leg, so I curse the snow
It stopped me going to the funeral of my uncle Joe

Cars skid, people slip I hate the snow its not nice
I wish that it was spring and we could say goodbye to ice
Snow does nothing for me, it fills me with dread
When ever it blankets England I take off to my bed