Snow Poem by Euriel C. Simpson

It's cold today the temperature dips
Old man winter gives a chuckle
Hugging his hips.
The cars are mad, the drivers sad
The roads go to sleep
Leaving some to weep,
Give me sun they say, give me rain
But don't send another inch of snow again.
The byways crumble with abandoned cars
While guys trade winter tales in crowded bars;
Snow is nice as the flakes rain down
But once it's here it makes us moan,
Ain't complaining, not fussin at all
Just a little sore from yesterday's fall;
Give me sun they say, give me rain
But don't send another inch of snow again.