Snowpocalypse
They closed the schools; said, “Stay at home.
No need to move your car.
A major storm’s expected
So remain just where you are.”
Yet in Manhattan, even though
The snow came swirling down,
It barely dusted roofs of cars.
(At least this part of town)
The gym was opened six hours late
And few were on the streets,
For everyone fell victim to
The weatherfolks’ conceits.
By 1 p.m., the snow had stopped
And temps were rising fast,
The sun was peeking through because
Snowpocalypse* had passed.
I know that other areas
Have lots more snow to plow,
But in the city, all that snow
(And hype!) is gone by now.
*Thanks to Mike D. for introducing me
to this cool word.
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