Sos
The saga continues with snow all around,
nowhere to maneuver because the storm
has covered every inch of the ground,
Weary travelers have to test their agility,
while senior citizens refrain from mobility,
babies' strollers are stuck in the snow,
They find ways to escape somehow,
by crawling around, their cleverness astounds,
While their parents wish they had shed a few extra
pounds, just to keep up with them and get where
they are going,
People all over town are sending out SOS signals,
whether direct or subliminal,
Help seems to be elusive,
The tensions surmount and folks become
frustrated and aggressive, resorting to DIY tactics,
realizing that their own efforts are fantastic,
In one of the world's richest cities,
calls for help tend to drift out to sea,
while Politicians "do lunch" with the local
gentry.
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