Hello Winter, Hello Frostbite
Hello Winter, Hello frostbite.
Here I am on frozen tundra.
Snow is very entertaining—
watch my car slide down the hill; it isn’t stopping.
I went hiking to the grocer’s
The snow was over my galoshes.
It took me nearly half an hour
To get my groceries from the store into my car.
I went slipping, they went sliding.
Those weathermen must be lying.
They say there is global warming—
tell that to my canned goods, which are figuring skating.
Go away, oh Winter, Frostbite.
I hate the snow, I hate the night.
Don’t make me live in a place where
it all freezes—even nose hairs.
Hope you don’t expect a volté,
For my attitude to sway
In favor of this cold season.
Such expectations show a distinct lack of reason.
Camp Granada