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.

I think this is pretty good. Rondeau is a tough form to pull off and this is an ejoyable read. If I had a complaint left it would be the ostentatiously nissing article but there's no sense even bothering to fix it . . .

L4? I bet I can fix it.