We didn't expect him to make such an appearance,
believing Global Warming had banished his presence.
But he came marching in with a vengeance,
confounding our knowledge and intelligence.
Myriads of snow flakes followed in his wake,
like a swarm of locusts descending on a field,
covering everywhere in a white shroud.
Little did we know his intentions were bad.
We welcomed him at first, children rejoiced,
thinking he would stay awhile and then go;
but his minions kept on coming in waves,
conquering, laying waste all before him.
There was nothing we could do but wait,
hoping for warmer weather to quicken his gait;
but our hope was in vain, the bully did'nt budge,
he was like someone bearing a heavy grudge.
But we humans are made of sterner stuff,
we will tough it out and call his bluff;
let him threaten, huff and puff,
he'll soon sling his hook and be off
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem