My Snow Boots

My snow boots weren’t meant for snow. I bought them several years ago In summer – I was Ireland-bound, Expecting puddles on the ground. They’re hiking boots, not very high, But waterproof to keep one dry. I’d have no reason to complain When Irish skies would spit out rain. My trip was glorious and, funny, Every day was bright and sunny. Nestled snugly in my case, The unworn boots hogged too much space. Still, I’ve used them lots since then When stormy weather comes again. I stomp through slush piles on the street, No drops or dampness on my feet. I’m grateful to my Ireland tour, Preparing me so I’d be sure To buy the perfect boots to wear In snowstorms here or rainstorms there.