I'm sick of wind, I'm sick of cold
It makes me crabby now I'm old
If I'd one wish, 'twould be this thing:
We'd skip the rest, head straight to spring.
Alas as long as we stay here
The warmer weather's not too near
The grass so green, the sidewalk clean?
A dream that's soon not likely seen!
I suppose I could be quick and droll
And blog about the Super Bowl
Or maybe mention for a thrill
The nerve of Punxsutawney Phil.
Suffice it now to hunker down
Erase that nasty niggling frown
And if I'm quick and if I'm wary
I might find good in February!
It is the month my wife was born
The sun comes earlier each morn
St. Valentine we celebrate
So with my candy don't be late!
The best news that I can report
Is month like this? Thankfully short!
And even though the weather sucks
I love you lots, you bet your bucks!
Now, aren't you glad this isn't a rhyme a day site? Think Thaw!