Oh Winter Blues, Oh Winter Blues;
It creeps up on you like the flu.
Not in a metaphorical way;
But by waking up sick one day.
With coughing and sneezing;
It is anything to me, but pleasing.
I wish the winter would cease to exist;
And only days of sun and warmth would persist.
It makes no sense to me at all;
How people can be so anxious in fall.
Waiting and wishing for winter to come;
Dreaming of all the snow and ski fun.
Ignoring the slush and the dirt and the muck;
Why do you people love winter I mean, what the f*$%?
Sure, it’s pretty and peaceful and such;
But only when I’m inside and warm is when I like it that much.
The Florida gang doesn’t seem to understand.
Because 12 months of the year, all they see is sand.
How I wish that it could be me;
Laying and relaxing under palm trees.
My heart longs for the sun and the sea,
Oh Winter, go away please.
You people who smile and laugh and who boast;
All about winter on your Instagram post…
Don’t think you’re getting a double tap,
If there were a hate button, I’d surely press that.
This Yankee ain’t no fan of winter;
All this season does is make me more bitter.
If once at all we were friends;
Don’t tell me you like winter, unless you want this friendship to end.
Not only do days shorten with Day-Light Savings;
But we have to deal with winter storm bravings.
For some of you, winter is your niche;
But all it will take is one car in a ditch.
For you to see that it’s not all that great,
For me, between snow and the beach there is no debate.
There is one thing I like about snow;
It’s that 5 A.M. call to say school’s a “no go.”
I guess that makes up for the ice and cold,
But if I live here much longer, I’m going to explode.
It’s nice to see white when Christmas comes around,
But I’d rather be at home instead of out on the town.
In front of the fireplace is where you’ll find me;
Watching Christmas movies and drinking hot tea.
I’d rather be sipping drinks by the ocean;
I wish there were some anti-winter potion.
Nothing makes me happier than sunshine and heat;
But even better is sand and sea at my feet.
Although I do have much love for this Earth,
I sort of wish more global warming would occur.
How I long to be close to the waves;
The cold and the gray makes it hard to behave.
With the slush, and the snow, and the ice,
It’s making it hard for me to be nice
Oh Winter Blues, Oh Winter Blues;
I’m getting really tired of you.
