Oh, Woe the Snow

Gusting winds blew snow and water,
ice and frost in equal measure
                        Into piles of ice around cars at leisure in January cold

Leaving us days stranded inside, hiding from the weather

 Snow me in.
Slow me down.
Woe, the snow that hems me in.

 Chopping, nay chipping away at ice
            Was quite the challenge
Chip, chip, chip broke some ice away

Snow me in.
Slow me down.
Woe, the snow that hems me in.

 Cleared blacktop revealed road
Even as small clumps of ice became champs
 Cleared to cheer from the sidelines

Snow me in.
Slow me down.
Woe, the snow that hems me in.

 Indeed, the clumps of ice tossed into East Broadway
            Sometimes failed by inches
To fly far enough to hit passing cars

 Snow me in.
Slow me down.
Woe, the snow that hems me in.

 Such a bitter disappointment
            We must fail to stop cars fleeing the ice storm
With the very ice that has kept us bound for days

 Oh, woe is me.
Snow me in.
Woe, is me—the snow and ice have kept me in!

Finally!
I’m out and free!
But the weather forecast is for more snow.
Oh, woe is me.
Snow me in.
Woe, is me—the snow and ice have kept me in!

I can’t stand it!
No more snow. Forever!
Now I go: Bahamas here I come.