What is This Crap? (A Poem)

 What is this crap

Falling from the sky?

It was almost 70 on Monday

Now I'm being pelted with white flakes and need a reason why.

Isn't Old Man Winter 

Content with taking an early break?

Spring is just days away

And I have fun plans at stake.

Look, this crap may have been majestic

Earlier in the winter.

Seeing it now, with the grass already turning green

Is as painful as a jagged splinter.

I'm not saying I wasn't expecting it

There's a reason why my shovel and blower are still at the ready.

But it doesn't mean this crap needs to fall down

And, from the looks of it, it's falling down steady.

It's the kind of thing that has me craving a warmer climate.

Before long, I might even pull out a map.

In the meantime, however,

What is this crap?

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