If snow were beer,
There would be no fear.
Instead of shoveling, we’d drink,
And we’d be damn happy, I think.
No salt truck nor plow to clog the streets,
But lots of beer pong, quarter-bounce and drunk-ass tweets.
No work would get done, but that’s OK
We’re lucky as hell, it’s snowing beer today!
Now that is pure poetry. Tearing up. Beer tears??