Not more snow!

How I wish

It would go!

Far too much!

I have had enough!

The roads are so rough!

Shoveling is tough!

It's getting heavy

And sticky like dough,

Hard to push and tow.

I'm starting to envy

That Dale next door

His huge snow blower

And big four by four;

No offers to help

Just drives right on by

Even avoids looking

Me straight in the eye.

Shoots snow onto our lawn

Oh, dear, why was he born?

He also ignores

My dear friend, Rose,

Drives by her house.

He's such a louse!

Two years ago

She was so low

From her heart attack

But God brought her back.

Dale watched her shovel,

Liked to let her grovel

To beg for some help.

He's slimier than kelp.

When The City plow

Does our cul-de-sac

Dale sneaks to his shed

That is out the back

Where he stores his blower

Near my writing shack.

It starts with a pull

And an engine roar,

Even noisier

Than his four by four.

I have to shovel so hard

While he simply blows his yard.

Snow's getting me down.

I'm starting to frown.

I'm stooped like a bow.

It's aging me so.

Please, warm wind,

I'm begging, you know.

Do try hard to blow.

Can you hear me so?

Do you really know

How to make snow go?

I'm ever so tired

Of too much snow!

Are you my friend

Or are you my foe?

A/N Revisited February 8, 2018