fifty five below
It just cannot be
There’s way too much snow
Just look at it blow
It is much too cold
I don’t want to go
It’s blindingly bright
The strong winter winds
Really are a fright
Mean, icy & white
Cool shades are a must
Even at midnight
One full hour to dress
Four pairs of wool socks
Mitts, hat, boots, sweater
For me, nothing less
My hall closet ‘s now
A big cluttered mess
Fifty five below
And I am going out
Six foot high wind drifts
Where is that damn plow
Up to my plaid scarf
In this freaking snow
Last layers, oh no!
Wait! I gotta pee!
Off it all must go
Just go with the flow
All this for the cat
In Alberta’s snow.
Humorous in the best way, and
Humorous in the best way, and those short lines give the poem a driving momentum right to the final line.
Starward