I’ve called the Golden State some names
Well, maybe one or two
A sorry nest of Vipers
Which happens to be true
The roads are paved with promises —
Almost before they’re spoken
Just like the failing 405
Those promises are broken
Our leaders measure progress
By how much cash they’ve spent
And never give a second thought
To where the money went
I’ve told myself I’m leaving
There isn’t any doubt
I’ll board the first bus going
Or catch the last plane out
Then, this week, for a weekend
I found myself in Philly
And let’s just say I found it there
JUST… a little chilly
Moments from our landing
A winter storm came calling
A thrill of swirling flurries
That just would not stop falling
The streets, the roofs, the runways
Were shimmering and white
And icy slush was piled up
Almost to mailbox height
We passed the local golf course
Where all the posh folks play
They could be having tee times
Somewhere in early May
I called my cardiologist
I thought hat he should know
I needed his permission slip
To try and shovel snow
I dipped my frozen fingers
In the cocoa I was drinking
And figured I should give some thought
Perhaps, to second thinking
It only took a little cold
To finally put me wise
Forgive me California
I apologize