19 January 2013
Prominent sights of scooped-up snow,
Watching feet scramble, get up and go.
The cars are slower, they're panicking lots
To watch out for children and waddling tots.
Toboggans, sledges and wooden slats,
Woollen mittens with woollen hats,
Strawb'ry-red noses with crystal sprinkles,
Sweet sugar-snow, making you wrinkle.
T'was the season to be jolly,
Now, I sit here, melancholy.
Watching you all,
Snowmen so tall...
Frost-bitten hands,
Whitened sands.
Bloody Weather • Opuss № I