T’was the day before Thanksgiving, and all along the road,
not a creature kept from slipping, not even a toad.
It had snowed quite heavily the night before,
just begging for a day filled with gore.
I went off to work with a twinkle in my eye,
a twinkle resulting from my go-to-work cry.
I drove oh-so-slowly to avoid any slip,
it was unfortunately a very short trip.
A few minutes drive took me to a long hill,
where disaster struck because of the chill.
The cars in front of me began to spin out,
then I did the same as I gave a loud shout.
I did a 180 and slid to the curb,
cursing the contours of our new suburb.
The Honda behind me slid past by an inch,
the Nissan behind them thought I was the Grinch
and scrunched my car’s nose, attempting to end
the life of that green naughty nobody’s friend.
As the police came to check us, I heard one of them say,
“What a crappy start to this holiday!”
