Spinning Tires (edit #2)

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Edit #2 (milo, Chris, hippy)

The snow is rising inch by inch,
it's sure to catch me in a clinch --
accumulating high and fast,
sent courtesy of Arctic blast.

Anticipating winter's pinch
my bumper wears a well-worn winch;
recalling chills of blizzards past,
the snow is rising.

Although at dawn it was a cinch
to get to work, I'd like to lynch
my boss whose gall is unsurpassed,
who has us stuck in drifts amassed
above our knees, yet he won't flinch.
The snow is rising.


Edit #1 (milo, jc, Chris, true, billy)


The snow is rising inch by inch,
by five I'll face a frozen clinch:
accumulating high and fast,
white walls the gift of Arctic blast.

Anticipating winter's pinch
my car's trunk holds an ancient winch,
it brings back chills of blizzards past,
the snow is rising.

Although at dawn it was a cinch
to get to work, I'd like to lynch
my boss whose gall is unsurpassed,
who has us stuck in drifts amassed,
the only one who doesn't flinch.
The snow is rising.



Original

As snow is falling inch by inch,
the birds have flown: no wren, no finch.
Accumulating tall and fast,
white walls the gift of arctic blast.

Anticipating winter's pinch
my car's trunk holds an ancient winch,
it brings back chills of blizzards past
as snow is falling.

Although at dawn it was a cinch
to get to work, I'd like to lynch
my boss whose gall is unsurpassed,
who has us stuck in drifts amassed,
the only one who doesn't flinch
as snow is falling.


(I'm working on this from the rondeau practice thread. I don't know if it stands as anything other than practice, all suggestions welcomed.)