The Snow 1, 2, and 3

The Snow.ONE

To kids its fun, with sleds and snowballs
To us as men it shrinks our balls
It burns our faces
-We have no graces.

The Snow.TWO

We stare at it with delight and despair in one mixed concoction
Wonder hows Claire
And oh dear where
Is Gran- did she make it to Hoxton?

The Snow THREE

It hugs the trees, it covers the ground
And then theres that wierd crunchy sound
Just after its first hit ground- Profound.
And slippy.