Wrong
The storm was called historic
Before it even hit,
The weathermen euphoric,
As reports they did submit.
They closed the subways and the schools;
Prevented cars from driving.
The pols used all their lofty tools
For snow not yet arriving.
The Broadway theaters shut their doors;
Museums followed suit.
The gyms were shuttered and the stores,
Decisions resolute.
And after all was said and done,
The blizzard never came.
Though all were wrong, there wasn’t one
Who’d shoulder any blame.
Defensively the bigwigs boast,
“We made the right decision;”
But I am one of quite a host
Who view them with derision.
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