Once upon a midnight dreary, from lack of sleep my eyes were bleary
I watched the world outside turn white,
Turn snowy white throughout the night … while my husband snored.
“When is spring,” I asked of him while he sawed wood some more
With eyes still closed he said one word,
Quoth the husband, “nevermore.”

The groundhog woke, we placed our bets… would the spring come early yet?
The yard outside was frozen still
But all our hopes now lay with Phil ... as we waited to be sure.
Would the psychic rodent see his shadow on the floor?
“Hate to bear bad news,” he said,
But quoth the groundhog, “Six weeks more.”

The kids are fighting, kicking, biting, tired of flourescent lighting
We’re sun deprived, we hate TV.
We thought we saw a bikini … in the department store.
Could spring be knocking, knocking softly there upon my door?
No, I think I merely dropped
something on my hardwood floor

The dog is looking dire now … He can’t go potty till they plow
The car is buried under snow
There is no place that we can go … till polar ice caps thaw.
Did I see a wooly mammoth just walk by my bedroom door?
Alas, I heard a bark and knew
‘tis frozen dog, and nothing more.

I am, in fact, quite winter weary, ne’er has there been a year so dreary
Elsa’s singing, “Let it go”
But they’re predicting still more snow … at least for one month more.
We’re looking for a sign to come that spring is tapping on our door.
If Kim Kardashian wears a crop top
It must be spring again for sure.

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