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©