West Side Stories

A Tosa resident for almost 20 years, Karen is a mom and freelance writer, addicted to playing tennis. When not on the tennis court, she spends the fall and winter in the stands at Green Bay Packer and Marquette basketball games.

Karen is the author of “Grab a Bite,” a dining out column and the former community columnist for the Wauwatosa NOW newspaper.

Winter's Lament - The Big Whine

Fun, Weather

I can’t stand this winter, not one moment more.

I’m throwing in the towel, the shovel and the door.

I’ve had it with snow, there’s just no room to throw it.

Our snowblower's great, but there’s nowhere to blow it.

My back, neck and arms ache from hoisting the snow.

Sure, the plows and chiropractors are making big dough.

The cold is persistent, there’s not an end in sight.

Each day takes an effort, no scratch that, a fight!

Our cabin fever has reached an all-time high.

We’re all going crazy, we’d all like to cry.

The ice dams are growing, the icicles are scary.

The path to my front door is treacherous and hairy.

My sidewalks and car sport a layer of salt.

There’s no point in this whining. It’s nobody’s fault.

Still I can’t help complaining. It helps when I vent.

I point to the heavens and ask someone to relent!

I’m tired of slipping and sliding on ice.

It’s hard to be upbeat, when you’ve fallen once or twice.

No, grouchy’s the way I will still stay until summer.

There’s no doubt about it, this winter’s a BUMMER!


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