Snow - Poem by Marie 

People say its lovely, picture postcard looks 
In reality picture postcards are better off in books 
I have never liked the white stuff, or slippery ice 
Something about its dangers tell me its not nice 

It covers most of England, like a blanket of death 
I have never liked it, walking in it leaves me out of breath 
I slipped in it once and broke my leg, so I curse the snow 
It stopped me going to the funeral of my uncle Joe 

Cars skid, people slip I hate the snow its not nice 
I wish that it was spring and we could say goodbye to ice 
Snow does nothing for me, it fills me with dread 
When ever it blankets England I take off to my bed