Politicians & lawyers, we love to hate, but there's another job they should ban.
Snow-covered driveways and sidewalks too, face the wrath of the Snowplow Man.
He sips on his coffee, patiently waiting, till all the shoveling is through.
Then he ROARS down the street, your thoughts are not sweet, for what he is about to do.
People have done things not nearly so bad that have landed them in jail.
But the Snowplow Man is exempt from the law, it seems he will always prevail.
When I finally get out of the driveway, I never have to drive that far,
when I hear a familiar "snap, crackle, pop" of salt devouring my car.
I sure like the snow, Mother Nature's white glow, but this town has to find a new plan.
Their answer whenever we're faced with a storm is,"Release the Snowplow Man."
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Written December 17th, 2003
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A contest entry
- Bring Them Life by qnhoneybee.
1500 points, ended December 19, 2003, 13 entries
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I have had this happen many times. No sooner than the driveway is shoveled and clear the plow comes down out street and buries us in again. That or after going to work only to come home and find I can not get back in my drive way and after the snow has sat all day it is twice as hard to shovel. I agree that there has to be a better plan.
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