Polar Vortex

This Polar Vortex has to go

I’m getting sick of all this snow

And shoveling! It wears me out

I turn around and want to shout

Cause all the snow has blown right back

I want to curl up in the sack

And sleep until June rolls around

And grass is covering the ground

But then, of course, I’ll have to mow

Around and round, and row by row

While sweat is pouring off of me

Because that darn humidity

Is 95 percent, or more

While temperatures can’t help but soar

And at that time I might reflect

And even hope to resurrect

A day from winter, long since past

To feel again that icy blast

I’d love it then, but now - no way!

With frostbite dangers every day

And icicles as tall as me

While weathermen on the TV

Proclaim the temp’s relentless fall

Throughout the night, and worst of all

The wind chill’s 25 below

This Polar Vortex has to go!