That crunch when you think that you've stood on a snail, but you know it's the snow and yet you still look for a snail,

The mailman comes when the mailman can and sometimes he comes in a little red van, slipping and sliding and riding the clutch, he's a good mailman, but as a driver he *****.

Snowploughs moving like slow cows and you're stuck behind one.

This is what will be,
Summer,
just a memory,

thermals you'll find are
not just things for eagles
to rise up on.

Enjoy what is left
and I don't mean that
krap newspaper.