Last night I made a pork roast, revenge dish for the hog
Who said he saw no shadow and popped back in his log.
While all across the country we looked for signs of spring —
A bud, a shoot, a puddle, the robins that could sing.
But all we found was winter — the icy, windy kind
and shoveling each morning became our daily grind.
I’ll get him back, said I as I began to prep my kraut
I topped it with a hunk of pork, take that you fickle lout!
I seasoned it a little, then sealed it in my crock
and left for work quite smugly thinking slow cookers just rock!
Alas that nasty rodent got the best of me again
when I realized hours later, I forgot to plug it in.
Well played, Punxsutawney, well played.