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Snowstorm

Always a memorable event,
In ways quite annoying,
In others quite enticing
One where memories linger on
For years past the thawing

Entombed inside your house,
With those you love so well
An adventure in close sharing,
An adventure long to tell

I remember one blizzard,
Quite a few years ago,
My Rosie and children over
To sit out the deep falling snow

When it was brought to my attention,
That some female sanitary products they did need,
Looks like tom gets to be the knight,
Although he had no mighty steed

Now bear in mind this was
Not at all a good neighborhood,
And tom was the wrong color,
Out from others he surely stood

But sometimes tom is clever
And this was one of those days,
He'd secure the needed items,
He had his thoughtful ways

You see the toughest blacks outside
Those most likely to brave the storm,
Would hesitate to approach
Someone so totally not the norm

So I dressed up in insane regalia
So bizzare and tough, you see
Anyone out on the prowl
Would think twice before bothering me

Leather, denin cut off vest,
Hell's Angels toughest stlyes,
Sunglasses, and Nazi helmet
A bayonet dangling from my side,
I looked to be a lunatic,
And I made sure it showed in my eyes!

Well it took a long time,
But the deed was accomplished,
you can believe me,
But I'll never forget how I looked,
and that was surely the key
For sure a madman trodding,
In knee deep snow like some hairy old Yeti
And let's hope that that's the last time like that,
That I will ever see!

Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007

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