We bought this house when we were in our twenties.
The bad news is it faces toward the North,
Plus the yard is filled with blue spruce trees
And in the wind the snow blows back and forth.
The third big storm this month is due to fall
And I still haven't dug out from the last.
The white stuff's piled outside our kitchen wall.
We just aren't ready for this wintry blast.
Who was to know when making this dumb purchase
That shoveling snow would dominate my time
And icy patches would spread right out to hurt us.
Oh put me down for some more temperate clime.
What's this I hear of Global Warming?
All I know's the snow is swarming.
--James D. Starkey
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