Poem: Winter

O Winter! Our frosty friend
It's time to depart
My love for you is at its end

You were quick to start
November chill, December snow
Long since your charms did depart

Time's up, time to go
Back to sleep, so Spring can wake
And I can wear the Speedo

To the lake- a double-take
As I swan along the beach
Even the waves themselves do quake!

So Winter, we beseech
Let March alone to thaw and warm
Send back the ice, park the plow

Our backs are bent from shoveling harm
Our ears are blue from the frost that bites
Our visages grimace from your icy storm

Your endless blustering, your petty spites
Enough is more than enough
Simmer down, go home, by all rights

Your constant presence is like a rash
The ointment doesn't relieve
As unwelcome as fried Spam hash

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