Back Comes The Stuff That Isn't All Fluff!

It is the time of year with the stupid cold is near, but that is fine by the feline. I can just curl up in a warm spot at my sea and all is fine for me. But then comes that stuff that makes things rough. Stupid, nasty snow. It is more than just a fluffy show.

It's a fine day,
Here at your bay.
Just a little cold.
Hey, maybe things are more bold?

Or then again maybe not.
May or may not be hot to trot.
You go to sleep,
And as the morning starts to creep,

You awake to white crap.
It is spread all across the map.
Isn't it such a sight?
The clouds shattered over night.

They poofed down on you.
Boy, you haven't got a clue.
But naive is okay.
You'll learn throughout the day.

First you have to shovel the driveway.
A few curse words you may say.
Then you have to heat your back.
Feels like it took a big whack.

Then you have to clean the car.
At least it is easier than tar.
Yippeee, you're done, time to go.
Oops, the snowplough made the snow grow.

Now you have to shovel once more,
There at your shore.
Have to walk ever so slow,
Could fall on your ass you know.

Then you finally get out.
You began to shout.
Then idiots are flying by,
Just asking to die.

There they go in the ditch,
Screaming at a high pitch.
When they are dumb,
Let them talk out their bum.

Then you finally get to work.
Work is actually a perk.
But all you want to do is nap,
As more snow fills the map.

That white stuff is a load that needs to go into extinct mode. Or maybe Pat just needs to move us some place warm and avoid each snow storm. Either way, snow does not make for a fun day. Unless you have nowhere to go then wait for it to melt at your show. Much rather mow the grass with my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.