Look Mommy My Nose Is Clean Can I Go Out and Toboggan?
By Walter Burns
Watch out for the Barbed-Wire Timmy!!! Snow comes round these parts Each four-year falls an inch I never made use of truck To pull my car with wench We could host Olympics Four years we’d light the fire Ski down the rolling hills Stearing clear of barbed wire Sloshing through cruddy, icky, Muddy, tar tasting snow Don’t eat it if it's yellow I really had to go Angels don’t take showers I don’t think that’s e’er been said But I just can’t believe Snow is dandruff off their head “I’m dreaming of … White Christmas …every Christmas card I write” My greetings to friends up north Their chatter is my delight Then, sigh, no snow days e’er When it snows we’re unprepared Ever see a suth’ner run From light flurries, we are scared Slushies, flurries, blizzards Are desserts in my town And if they ever come to be In Mexico I will be found! Written July 10th, 2001 © on Jul 10 2001 03:16 PM PST 0 • 14
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