Snow Job (A Limerick Duet)

Who needs to join a gym when you own a home in New York and experience … pardon my French … winter! Cardio? Check. Muscle building? Check. Seriously, there’s nothing quite like lifting a snow-packed shovel way over my head in my quest for a place to dump the damn stuff. I’m talking mountains of snow, some of it still lingering from December.

That brings me to my wintry mix of limericks:

I Need A Landlord, STAT
By Madeleine Begun Kane

While owning a home can be nice,
It isn’t all sugar and spice:
After snow and ice falls
There’s no landlord for calls
About shov’ling. That’s part of the price.

Lamentable Weather
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I know that it sounds like I’m wailing,
But it’s thund’ring and lightening and hailing.
It was snowing all day.
Now an ice storm? Okay,
It’s official. Can’t take it. I’m bailing.

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3 Responses to “Snow Job (A Limerick Duet)”

  1. Elisson says:

    It’s flaky, and so very white
    And accumulates, daytime and night
    But if you’re thinking “snow,”
    I will tell you, “Oh, no –
    It’s my dandruff about which I write!”

  2. madkane says:

    Thanks for your limericks Elisson and Rob!

  3. J Sardo says:

    Used to live in a small town in Joisey about 25 miles outside of the city. Kept a snow shovel and salt in the trunk of my car all winter.

    I was an avid skier back then so I can say those were the days.

    Believe it or not we left for Canada on the very day of a 12 inch snow storm.

    The Canadians had no snow at all that day. So we bragged to them that we were from snow country.

    Yes. Those were the days.