gray mushy snow

I hate
wet gray mushy snow
why can it never stay pristine
white, like a bride's wedding gown, or angel's
wings, floating on high; falling snow
flakes get mushy so
damn quick

twiddle
dee, twiddle da
I hate gray mushy snow
la di da, ho, twiddle dee da
I hate gray mushy snow
hey, ho, twiddle
my thumbs

trouble is
living in cities, mush
happens quickly, traffic turns it black
and then as you walk it stains your trouser cuffs
(oops ten words) and it's ugly
too look at, so
much trouble

twiddle dee
doo, twiddle da
I hate gray mushy snow
la di da, ho, twiddle dee da
I hate gray mushy snow
hey, ho, so twiddle
my thumbs

stanzas stop
here, can't write more
today, (space problems) because in the
country snow stays pristine white, only damnation, I'm
a city boy and every winter I
traipse through gray mushy
snow covered
streets



gray mushy snow
13 december, 2006
[2006.13.12…a]
Bad Poetry inspired by the Eintou form
for the Writer's Cramp