"Dashing through the snow"--or not :(, #2

Revised version of poem first posted here. (To the tune of "Jingle Bells.")

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Dashing—not!—through snow

Fast one cannot go

Bundled without grace

Snow piles in my face

Managed not to flip

In the slush’s grip

Where did all buses go while I did slide and slip?

Oh

"Ding-dong" bells, subway smells

"Watch the closing doors!"

Subway station’s slick with slush

I wish they'd clean the floors

Mayor we curse--it's the worst

clean-up ever seen

New York City goes berserk

'cause snow-plows are unseen :(

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What a mess!

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And worse. :( A death in the family is bad enough, but a possibly-preventable death is even sadder.