The Funny White Stuff
It is hard to believe
That there is a part of the world
Where no funny white stuff exists at all
This thing that can create great pleasure
Or be seen as a plague or aggravation
Which some will never experience
How something so good can also be so bad
In one moment a plaything
And in another a quagmire to escape
A symbol for the chills and cold
Or that which can bring a warm glow to our hearts
Those that love to slide cherish it
While those that drive oft curse it
Yet it is made of the same thing
You can throw or fling it for fun
Build a fort or igloo too
If need be it’s a water source
And hence a precious resource
Floating from the sky above
It can create quite a scene
Leading people to dream
Especially those that have not seen
The magic and wonder
Of the season and the funny white stuff
Andreas Simic©
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