John F. McCullagh
A Snowflake’s Revenge - Poem by John F. McCullagh
My brother died upon a tongue
But now I with my legions come
Pelting down like frosty rain
with drifts up to your window pane.
Your women to the market race
As if food won’t be seen again
And you make your Home Depot run
As if some salt will stop my friends
We clog your walks and bury cars
And all your transportation snarl
With Blizzard force my winds do blow
blinding those who walk below.
No force of Sanitation will
chase us hence from whence we spill
Nor shall your shovels pitiful
Make much dent in what we will.
Your plans all ruined- Quel Domage!
Stay inside for all I care
Venture out to shovel me
And freeze your butt off if you dare..
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