Snow plows hit them twice to put them down.
Traffic, such as it is, skidding and sliding
Off of the road and into the ditch. For them
I’ve no sorrow, if they’d been law abiding,
Not driving too fast and listened to forecasts,
They could have been comfy, home in their bed
Or in their kitchen havin’ bacon an’ eggs,
The men, of course askin’ for newly baked bread.
Well now, I might give them a bit of advice
Sit tight and quiet, praise the ladies highly
For all that they do. Guys do you hear me?
Don’t turn a deaf ear. Don’t take me lightly.
You will be out on your deaf ear, gosh I
Forgot, the wind’s blowin’. The house is so cold
The wood box is empty men, you’re on your own.
I am takin’ my snow plow, leavin’ the fold.
The storm has let up, I’m getting hungry but
The plow’s warm and cozy, I need a rest.
I wonder now, could I sneak into the kitchen
Have more bacon, eggs and fresh bread
Hold up now ladies an’ men, don’t hit me again.
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
January 12 2011