What's Impending
The word is out – the snow will come,
The inches still in question.
Make sure you’ve stocked up all your shelves!
(Of course, just a suggestion.)
The hype’s begun; to ratchet fear
Some rules have been suspended
So you may neither shop nor park
In places you intended.
The weathermen repeat this news
At least six times an hour,
The only ones oblivious
Stuck in an ivory tower.
There’s not a lot to do but wait
To see if the prediction
Of what’s impending proves to be
A fact or merely fiction.
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