Star log 2014: 6 inches of snow on the ground
My heads still spinning round and round
I have Triscuit crackers in my keyboard
And crystal rainbows on my wall
What the hell happened to Fall?
Does this strike a chord?
Someone posted “I’m enough”
Is that “in the buff?”
Really, that‘s all
So why won’t you call
I’m sitting by my telephone
With a headache that's now full blown
Sun is brightly reflecting on the pure white glistening snow
Blinding everyone as we try to get out and go
Grab those shades and promenade
What a blankety blank thrill
Oh my gosh! A hill
Very tedious to move
Snow to remove
Before we go anywhere
Who knows where
We don’t care
Get into the groove
Nothing to prove
It’s winter now
Anyhow, somehow
We’ll all get through it
No need for a carpenter’s kit
Or a building permit
Unless you’re working inside
Or on the east side
It’s only three damn months right
Before we know it we'll be basking in Spring light
However, nothing now will be as it seems
As you open up that bottle of intoxicating Irish cream
Please, whatever you do, do not scream!
Now sip that beautiful mixture in secret delight
Because it could be a really, really, really long night
Get up and at ‘em in the radiantly bright morning light
Those eyes need to stare at the place where the sun reflects
‘Cause you need the pineal therapy and it enlightening effects
It will keep you from going crazy or just creepily insane
As life slows down from that once funner than fun fast lane
Now, if you can keep up any semblance of an attention span
Get out there right now and build a gosh darn snowman
While you still f-ing can