Ode to a Wintry Commute
Oh come on frosty mornings!
Your charms are wearing thin.
I’m weary of commuting in
a car as cold as sin.
It makes me nervous when the engine
doesn’t want to start.
Its coughs and splutters are like a
The wheel has induced frostbite;
the engine’s rattling.
Suspension’s frozen creaking
sounds like chickens have moved in.
The washer jets are iced up
and the roads are slick as grease.
It’ll be a downright miracle if
I get there in one piece.
Jack Frost no longer pleases me
with trees full of dandruff.
So come on frosty mornings,
you’ve held court for long enough!