Goin' South...

I'm goin' south for a little while,
Out of all this snow, so I can smile.

Roads are covered with six inches of slush,
You try to stop but there's too much mush.

Turning the corner is a sideways slide,
And stopping for traffic signals present longer glides.

Keeping your footing, while trying to walk,
Is like having your jaw wired and tryin' to talk.

This winter has been one of a kind,
We're heading south to see what we can find!