Not a nice day

Today we’re doomed to snow and slush.
And therefore I will hardly rush
To dress myself to weather’s liking
And to spend the morning biking.
Who knows what else may be in train?
Perhaps we’ll get some freezing rain.
All told it isn’t really nice
To ride out on the snow and ice.
All kinds of doom we fear transpires
Even with the fattest tires.
To slide and fall and bang your head
Means spending Christmas in your bed
I have some sense, I will not try,
I’ll toddle off down to the Y.