Odd We Go With A Little Snow!

I know, such a yucky word. Well unless you are Betsy and a bit absurd. Piles of snow is sure not for me. But that you knew at my sea. Now on with it. The odds have to be lit.

Snowcatcher Odds Try And Snatcher
This looks grim.Better go out on a limb.Place your bets.Don't put up assets.
For she's on a bike.Or maybe out for a hike.Both near the woods.Got her goods.
As in camera and bike.No gutter to strike.Oh, there's a thief.Photos gone, good grief.
Wait, the thief was high.A very stupid guy.Colorado living at its best.He was nothing but a pest.
But look and stare.She's not aware.It's a big grizzly bear.Take a pic if you dare.
She sure dared.The grizzly bear cared.Cared a tad too much.He reached out to touch.
Out hiking away.Found a mountain display.Whoops, found a crazy mountain hermit too.Odds go lower just from his view.
Taking pics near and far.Maybe catch the license plate of car.It's an America's Most Wanted guy.Down the odds sure fly.
But wait, there is hope.No need to mope.Rocks and yarn abound.They litter the ground.
Patterns will still show.Odds aren't as low.May still be wise to bet a little.Like only the cost of a skittle.
Odds = That Of Snow In Summer.Damn, That Is Just A Bummer.
What was that? She's still where she is at? Was the cat wrong? Were the odds not as long? Hey, a crazy mountain hermit makes odds go way down. I can't help she may have them in her town. Ever face a grizzly bear? I hope you didn't stop and stare. That is not a wise move to let come to pass. On that you can trust my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.