Here comes the forecasted snow
Looks like it’s gonna be a real big blow
All the weather girls and boys
Are making lots of scary noise
Every channel has the story
NOAA’s in its warning glory
Our governor has a real good plan
The snow plow driver’s name is Stan
Look at all the grocery stores
People knocking down the doors
Milk and meat and loaves of bread
A block of cheddar cheese to shred
Don’t forget the Quaker oatmeal
This dang place is sure surreal
Every Wilma Joe and Jane
Is rushing to the quick check lane
Gas stations all are really busy
Drug store clerks are getting dizzy
Panic’s rising shoulder high
Gotta find some stuff to buy
Shovels, gloves, flour and salt
Some liquor made with good old malt
Supplies are now safely in place
No more need to rush and race
With a little bit of Frenchman’s luck
Plows will all get soundly stuck
Then when Monday rolls around
We’ll still be sweetly hunkered down
With no particular place to go
Just looking out at all the snow
Maybe stay beneath the covers
Acting like two young lovers
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3 comments:
got a chuckle out of the gov. and Stan. A little too much for info. for me at the end. :)
Wishful thinking at the end of the story.
Good job on that. I am sure the plows and drivers won't let you down and will give you some great fodder for the future.
You need to do a version that is just for your dughters so they won't blush and get all weirded out.
I will now have a fine snowless day.
Now there's a poem I can wrap my limited mind around. Another display of your wit for all to enjoy!
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