Old Man Winter

Old Man Winter was never a beginner, he arrived like a pro and dropped a foot of snow.

The stores were closed, everyone was hosed.

The electric was out, my aching gout.

The Misses called with a very loud shout, I was thoroughly appalled when she  bawled me out.

I thought I must hustle to find the snow shovel.

I dug and dug, but I got no hug.

I was singing tenor, the handle gave me a splinter.

I threw down the shovel, I was in such a hustle.

I went in the house, and sat by a mouse.

I fell into a snooze, without any booze.

When I awoke, I knew I was broke.

The Misses was gone, it was almost dawn.

The abode was bare, except for my chair.

The house was cold, it would have to be sold.

I knew it was over, then I saw Rover.

I had some hope, I knew I could cope.

I saw the light, everything was bright.

I knew I could survive and not take a dive.

I had to succeed cause I never would plead.

Old Man Winter, he blew in the cold, not even a splinter would make me fold.