See ya later, twenty-twenty-two.
Good luck! I won't be missing you!
The season is done,
And so is your fun,.
Your bills are now all coming due.
The snowfall to date is sub-par;
The flakes have stayed minor so far.
Nature I don't trust
Into winter we're thrust.
So throw us a storm that's bizarre.
"I wish I could build a big snowman,"
I say tongue-in-cheek and with deadpan.
This I do know:
If I wish for more snow,
It will pile up as high as my rear-can.
I hope the gas doesn't get cut off
Like it might when the power is shut off.
Without any heat
It gets cold as a teat,
And then I'll be freezing my butt off.
