It snows and it snows
My clothes are all froze
And so’s my nose
And so’s my toes
Why do you s’pose
It’s cold when it snows
Here’s how it goes
‘Cause a freezing wind blows
The wind blows the snows
And it gets up your nose
And freezes your toes
And freezes your clothes
Then your clothes and your toes
And your nose are all froze
So you goes down to Mo’s
To get a pill for your nose
When you goes down to Mo’s
He fixes your nose
With the pill that he chose
That was tied up in bows
The pill that he chose
Fixes your nose
Fixes your woes
But your toes are still froze
So you goes down to Jo’s
For the socks on your toes
‘Cause there’s holes in the toes
Of your socks, don’t you knows
Then she sews and she sews
The holes in the toes
Of the socks that you shows
When you goes down to Jo’s
So you’ve fixed up your nose
And fixed up your toes
But your clothes are still froze
And you feel in a doze
So you goes down to Beau’s
And he shows you more clothes
That are warmer than those
That you wore down to Beau’s
So you’ve got warmer clothes
You’ve fixed up your nose
You’ve warmed up your toes
And cured all your woes
Then you’re fresh as a rose
That arose through the snows
And grows in long rows
‘Cause you’re wearing warm clothes
And you’ve got a clear nose
And warmed up your toes
And you’re ready to pose
‘Cause you’re over your lows
So you pose and you pose
As you walk through the snows
And the path that you chose
Takes you home right past Beau’s
And you walk right past Jo’s
And you walk right past Mo’s
They all fixed up your clothes
And your toes and your nose
Now the question we pose
In this short piece of prose
Is one that arose
As we walked through the snows
If the snows froze your toes
And your nose and your clothes
Where does you goes
To fix all of those?
Craig Hill
Huai’an, China
Feb 2003
Dedicated to Lynne Cross, an ardent procrastinator
Craig Hill Consultancy Services 
Great poem, something that reminds me of when I lived in Northern BC, Canada. Sure was cold up there in the winters.
Posted by savageindian | March 2, 2012, 09:45I was stuck in -20 degrees and 18 inches of snow, with a friend and a bottle of Scotch 🙂
Posted by Craig Hill | March 2, 2012, 09:53That scotch sure would keep you warm.
Posted by savageindian | March 2, 2012, 11:38That and a good partner 🙂
Posted by Craig Hill | March 2, 2012, 11:49I hope that “friend” was a good one… 🙂
Posted by Miss Lynne | March 2, 2012, 15:34She was bad, Lynne. She took advantage of me when I was drunk 😦
Posted by Craig Hill | March 2, 2012, 20:44I hope you offered some of that Scotch to Jo, Mo and Beau.
Posted by Waldo "Wally" Tomosky | March 2, 2012, 10:15They got nothing; all for me 🙂
Posted by Craig Hill | March 2, 2012, 10:18You are my hero!
Posted by Waldo "Wally" Tomosky | March 2, 2012, 10:25What fun!
Posted by Mona | March 2, 2012, 13:49The poem, or the bottle of Scotch?
Posted by Craig Hill | March 2, 2012, 14:09Oh both, she says as she sips on the Kentucky bourbon
Posted by Mona | March 2, 2012, 16:07Hey! “Ardent procrastinator”???? I object!
(I’ll give you my reasons tomorrow)
Posted by Miss Lynne | March 2, 2012, 15:36Lynne, tell me what you want on your dedication, and it shall be so. It’s your poem now, after all 🙂
Posted by Craig Hill | March 2, 2012, 20:48You should add a sound track to the poem. I like it :_)
Posted by mulrickillion | March 4, 2012, 12:29I was thinking of doing a karaoke version 🙂
Posted by Craig Hill | March 4, 2012, 14:57Love it, Craig! It brought a smile to start the day! 🙂 And I agree, there should be music, country! 🙂
Posted by lscotthoughts | April 22, 2012, 00:25