Blackout

It’s raining, it’s teeming. I wish I were dreaming But really, it seems I am not. The storm killed the power For many an hour So normal routines have been shot. The lights and their switches Don’t work and these glitches Won’t let us do things that we should. The phone has no charger. One problem that’s larger Is how long fridge food will be good. And speaking of eating, No food will be heating Until all the power’s restored. If day turns to nighttime It will be the right time For us to feel nothing but bored. So meanwhile we’re waiting And sit here debating How long ‘til the lights come back on. Our spirits are sagging As hours keep dragging; Con Ed* feels to me like a con. *Power company