Provo Weather Report: More Snow. More Cold.

Weather comes and weather goes,

But falls upon the ice

Bring forth torrents of abuse,

With words that just ain’t nice.

I used to love the snowy peaks,

The swoosh of powder snow.

But now my joints are tenderized

By ev’ry chilly blow.

I totter through the crusty slush

And wonder if my plan

Will cover me when I collapse

While building a snowman.

What happened to the desert heat?

What happened to the drought?

Since when is Provo in the Alps

With penguins all about?

If Global Warming stays like this

I’m moving to St. George.

Or Hades, if I have to,

And put my skis in storage!