By Caroline Ho, Assistant Editor
Dear snow
Wonât you please go away
Itâs cold
I find this not okay
Iâm told
The winterâs nearly done
Beholdâ
This snowâs once more begun
This chill
Saps out all sense of fun
Until
This cityâs overrun
Streets fill
With piles of greyish muck
And still
Our buses get more stuck
Oh jeez
This season so does suck
Iâd kill
To migrate like a duck
Come, please
Much-needed weather-luck
Donât tease
Me with false springtime hope
Iâll freeze
This cold I cannot cope
Donât drop
More cold, wet, white stuff, nope
Please stop
With all this fucking snow.