The other day was awful,
I tell you the truth.
I got stuck within the snow
No one to help me, I know,
Wish I was a youth.

The plow came along the way,
But friends don't you know?
I never was helped, you see,
I was pressed in more deeply,
My car - mound of snow.

It seems there's trouble wit me,
No matter where I go.
People it is tough on me
And I only get laughed at see?
I am buried in snow.

What did I do to merit
Such an awful blow?
Is it because folk like to joke
Bully others, pick and poke?
I just do not know.

{ Weasel }