THE BLOWER WITH THE CLOGGED CHUTE

The chute on my brand new snowblower was not shooting any snow,

That was in spite of my snowblower having a good grinding blow,

Ice was caught in the chute,

And, with a kick of my boot,

The chunk of ice cleared the blower, and crashed the car windshield, oh, woe.

WHEN I'M BLOWING SNOW, AND WHY

After all the snow is done blowing,

Then I know I must get going,

Blowing snow with my half brain knowing,

Where my driveway will be showing,

And, save my car from a wrecker towing.

LAME, THE HOLIDAY LIMERICK

Cars are sliding down the road,

Finding trees and getting towed,

And all the new snow,

We give a blow,

It's holidays and credit is owed.