Winter in New York

It's coming folks, it's coming!

Winter in New York

 

When Autumn's fled and trees are bare
And those gentle breezes blow
Around fifty miles an hour
And it's six or seven below

With a wind chill in the twenties,
That's beLOW zero, my friend,
And one storm follows another 'til
You think they'll never end;

When you step outside and everywhere
The snow's up to your butt
And you take a breath of winter air
And your nostrils both freeze shut,

Then you know that it is winter
In New York, the Empire State,
And if you want the sun to shine
You'll simply have to wait

And wait . . . and wait . . . and wait some more
While day follows gray day,
And 'cabin fever' hits you hard;
Calgon, take me awayyyyyyyyy!

When your fuel bills rocket to the moon,
Leaving pockets that are bare,
And you have the worst case ever seen
Of terminal 'hat hair,'

And your poor ole skin turns dry and flakes
And your fingers start to crack,
And each metal thing you dare to touch
Quite loudly ZAPS you back,

Then you know that it is winter in
New York, the Empire State,
And you curse the frosty air you breathe
As you hyperventilate

While trying to remove by hand
Those mountains of white stuff,
And all the while your muscles scream
'HUMBUG--we've had enough!'

Well, my friend, you'd best get used to it,
For if you're thinking of fleeing,
You'd best sit tight, for in New York
Your car's buried 'til Spring!

~*~ Ain't it SO beautiful?! . . . HUMBUG!! ~*~
 

Orig. © January 29, 2004
Linda Newman
(All rights reserved).

 

 

Reviews

[just is]

Like this it's cold yes very cold here where i am as well, we have a road of nothing but ice tonight, like your write well expressed.....Kim (AKA Kit Kat)

[Dalaina Renee]

Winters every where are quite cold! Espically in MI too! Brrr...