Go away you winter snow,
you visit fast and leave so slow.
you bury roads in your icy sludge -
you are responsible for my winter pudge.
You cover all in your fluffy blanket,
and free the kids from school, dangit!
I have miles to run for my training plan,
but you sentence me to treadmill land.
How can you continue to fall and pile?
and all the while I'm losing mile after mile.
You'll soon melt away with the havoc you wreak,
but I'm sure you'll return about this time next week.