I must admit I’m at a loss:
who still doesn’t know that I’m the boss?
This white stuff shouldn’t be allowed;
It’s wet and cold and must be plowed.
Sky stuff all should learn this knack:
Keep out of my yard and off my back!
Even worse, on every trip
My two-footed humans seem to slip.
Their own fault; they cannot walk
or sniff or hear or even talk!
But even so, they are okay;
I guess I’ll keep them anyway.
But this latest issue’s getting old;
I’m quite displeased (it’s “snow,” I’m told)
The stuff is acting far too bold
It should do what I say and be less cold.
-Chocolate
