Just a little poem to start the (snow)ball rolling. I hope it is pessimistic enough for you, Ara 🙂
I now hate snow and ice
Once, when I was young, I used to love the snow and ice,
Now I am old and grey and doddery, it is not so very nice.
What fun it was to ride a sledge quickly down the hill
Now the very thought of that makes me feel quite ill.
I remember well, that slides were made in the playground
And I was always sliding down them to end up in a mound.
Now I fear that if I tried that game
I would end up even more than lame!
Snowball fights were such enormous fun,
Except when a stone was hidden by a loon in one
Now the thought of cold water running down my neck
Makes me scream out, “Oh blooming heck!” (Please insert you own epithet here)
Running about making a snowman kept you warm
And you very rarely ever came to harm
Now I am so afraid I would have to ask
“Have you seen my bowl of soup and my hipflask?”
Still, snow and ice will disappear soon
If you believe the rants of a warmist loon
However, I suspect you would be better off
To plan for much more of the Kaltstoff!