Creeping up the east coast,

Trudging in from the west,

Gonna hit around three pm,

It is getting so now close…

The temperatures are for it ripe,

Off our windshields we will have to of it wipe,

All you’ll get from me is a grouchy gripe,

Hope soon it does melt; will just sit and watch it,

While smoking from my pipe…

Won’t need to go today out,

No money, nor gas, but got enough food here,

Can’t wait for spring, the cold for me has had it,

OH for those warm breezes do I yearn,

No longer will I have to propane burn…