Readers wax poetic on our never-ending winter

As the forecast became clear

And more snow inched near

We asked how you were feeling,

Were you thrilled or reeling?

We wanted it in verse,

And even without a purse

Poets emerged

Already submerged

In this never-ending winter.

So this is what we sent to the printer.

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World cocooned in snow

Brave buds burst forth anyway

I know spring is near

- Margaret Gorbatenko, St. Paul

The snow continues to come down

As my "Minnesota smile" morphs into a frown

My bike is well oiled and

The garden hose is uncoiled

While I suffer thru nervous breakdown

- Michael Schneider, Minneapolis

ceaseless snowflakes fall

winter of our discontent

spring is much delayed

- Jim Plattes, Minneapolis

The sun upon the horizon

lights up the morning sky

no warmth in your arriving

just a frigid, freezing "Hi"

- Kathy Herbst, Centerville, Iowa

There once was a boy from Illinois

A sled was his favorite toy

A Minnesota girl he married

Soon after by snow they were buried

He said, "We just can't stay"

We are moving to L.A.!

- Conner Simms, Minneapolis

More snow in the forecast is looming

Minnesotans anxious for spring are fuming

But I am quite pleased

As I wax up my skis

Cause Theo Wirth ski trails are still grooming

- Geir Johansen, Edina

Here I sit so broken-hearted

for the tulips have barely started,

once again when the heavens parted

and buried them under a foot of white

I think I'll go back south

and wait until the snow has departed!

- George Rootes, Big Lake, Minn.

Have a holly, jolly April

It's the worst month of the year

Crappy old snow, cold winds still blow

And no one's full of cheer

- Bill Holton, Woodbury

Snow snow snowy snow

Snow snow snow snow snow snow snow

Snow snow snowy snow

- John Joachim, Taylors Falls, Minn.

On Friday when snow starts to fly

And we all turn our eyes to the sky

Each flake bringing pain

and our constant refrain:

"Maybe this'll be done by July."

- Anna Underhill, Minneapolis

There once was a weatherman named Paul

Who has lame excuses, if at all

For the winter that won't subside

Please put a stop to this ride!

We need spring and summer before fall

- Tom Sullivan, Edina