Boadicea's Chariot

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!