Snow Sucks

Snow Sucks


Snow sucks
It really does
Now all of my sweaters
Have pills made of fuzz.

I lost my good mittens,
The ones with the flap
The right leg on my snowsuit
Refuses to snap.

The blasts of cold air
Make me want to pee
My nose drips a rhythm
A-one two and three.

My boots sprung a leak
Now my fast numbing toes
Are getting quite frostbit
No, wait…they are froze.

I’ve broke every snow shovel
I ever did own
I can’t afford a show blower
So my snow can be blown.

I’d pay someone to do it
If I had the bucks
So let me reiterate
SNOW REALLY SUCKS!

This poem was written for a contest, and was built to be bad; one ratings are much appreciated!