I Miss The Winter Weather Poem by anais vionet

Bustling corridors, places to go,
you can't stand still or move too slow.
Make a plan, plot a course,
there's an entire campus to traverse.
Other things are good to know,
like the best place for lunch
or where the wi-fi's slow.

Last year there was lots of snow,
the Yale tunnel system was the way to go,
to warmly get from A to B,
when paths were dangerously icy.
This year there hasn't been any snow
it guess it's global warming, you know
- or that Pacific weather pattern, El Niño?

I miss the Nor'easters and bomb cyclones
that hazardous weather made Yale seem like home
those storms were something I took for granted.
‘Cause I want snow drifts like they have in Canada.

I left Georgia and now I'm feeling cranky.
I want the winters God used to inflict on Yankees.
I remember when blizzards, up north, were doctrinaire.
to stop them now isn't fair - or something else näm-di-'ger.
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näm-di-'ger (French) = means a pseudonym