ICY ROADS AND I SEE DEAD PEOPLE

I slid my pickup off the road today into a ditch, and bammy,

I got a little concussion, so excuse me if I sound whammy,

It was a surprise,

My life flashed before my eyes,

I was even greeted by my dear, departed grammy. 

FEBRUARY 1ST

It is February the very first,

It's cold, arse cold, maybe the worst,

No car ride to the town,

The darn car's broken down,

And the woodstove got too hot and burst.