Waterlogged snow is just too much:
in its gray-tinted form it’s known as slush;
even in white it’s a terrible burden:
just push it and lift it before it can harden
into a compound that’s not very nice:
a procrastinator’s nightmare cursed as ice.
Wallow in pity, cry to the skies:
if slush gets to harden your pulse will rise
to no avail; you’ve overlooked
that if sloppy slush hardens your goose is cooked.
So haul out your shovel and rev your engines:
that slush will thwart you is its intention.
Funny and too true!
I love the “compound that’s not very nice.” That’s what we had around here until today when it lost its grip on the walks.
Winter’s such a lovely season.
Fortunately, I did manage to remove all of today’s frosty gift before it became a candidate for a sedate visit from a jackhammer, as the severe drop in temperature this past evening would have required before we would have been able to access the street. But as I have said elsewhere, this climate sure discourages scorpions and rattlesnakes. Gotta love it.
You make a good point about climate. Heavy snows are more lovable than suffering 4 or 5 consecutive years of drought periodically.
You do give rattlesnakes a rather bum rap, though, and I can say from painful experience that although scorpions are profoundly repulsive, their stings are most often just a minor inconvenience.
Be that as it may, your counterattacks against snow and ice make very enjoyable reading.
You have to understand that in the “frozen north”, such creatures are mythological, as in “There be dragons here.”
Ahh, I see. Thank you for clearing that up.
In these parts, we don’t believe in mythological creatures, unless you count Sasquatch and aliens from Beta Reticuli.
Mythological? My next door neighbour, Oooogaoin, with whom I often go camping, is a very pleasant Sasquatcha, and his cousin, ###*^, is from Alpha Reticuli, and a great party animal–so there!