This was inspired by buzzman's poem in the "To my winter brethren" thread. I'm sure there are other talented writers amongst us, so let's enjoy some fancy prose !
I will start:
Spring is coming I can tell.
Cycle commuter numbers are starting to swell.
And though I'd like to be like tsl, who smiles through winter’s worst.
After 50 days below zero, my face will need to thaw first.
So I’m really looking forward to riding on roads not frozen,
-and to donning my bib shorts; the cyclists' version of lederhosen.
Brings a little tear to your eye, doesn't it?