I wrote this as I was falling asleep at an Irish pub tonight.
On the last day of Winter, Old Man Winter loads up his magical ice sled and tours his Winter Wonderland for the final time.A team of gigantic penguins pulls the mighty icicle chariot through the sky, and Old Man Winter scowls through his frosty beard at the melting snow.
Northern zephyrs rush past his ears, roaring their last.
That’s when he hears the siren.
It’s the cops. He is pulled over. Driving the ice sled drunk again.
Old Man Winter will spend the next three seasons in jail, but he always breaks free when Autumn comes to a close.
