All it wants to do is Snow

The little birds are singin‘,
the dogwoods are in bloom,
and all I want to do is mow, mow.
Yet Nature so capricious,
a cold front now appears,
and all it wants to do is snow.

Taste of April showers,
forsythia extant,
and there remains a need to grow, grow.
Yet sun is blocked by nimbus,
low pressure smirks and sneers,
and all it wants to do is snow.

Crazy cold of arctic
sees a blizzard arise,
(all it wants to do is snow, snow);
grab the trusty shovel
and the furry Ugg boots!
All it wants to do,
all it wants to do is snow.

The snowplows are arrivin’,
the bitter wind is howl,
and all it wants to do is blow, blow.
I think I see a robin
cryin’ April fool tears,
as all it wants to do is snow.


25 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
April 5, 2014