Funverse #3

And then we were headed for a snowstorm here in Wisconsin, and I had a bit of fun with the thought:

Well We Got Some Snow But Not Eight Inches

Heidy ho my good neighbor, let’s get ready for snow;
The weatherman says that we’re in for a blow.
I can see what will happen, I can see in mind’s eye
That the ground will be white and the snowflakes will fly.

Throw the snow, my good fellow, with five-point-five horses
A-pulling your snowblower sleigh, yes of courses.
It gobbles snow, chews it up, churns it, shoots high
While old winter man shakes more snow from the sky.

Frosty-o, man o’ snow, oddly shaped balls of white,
Piled one top of other make an odd bulbous sight.
The bulges and bumps give the guy personality,
Eyes of coal, twiggy arms, merest hint of reality.

It’s a lark, say the kids, we can stay home from school,
No more teachers, no books, “Yay, hooray, that’s so cool.”
Our Mom says, “Oh no,” and Dad says, “I am outta here.”
But Mom says, ”Oh no, not so fast, stay and help me dear.”

The snow’s come and gone, look what’s left on the street--
A residue of snow bits—ah, that’s salt at my feet…
Sun warms up, snow must melt, H2O transformation:
Just can’t wait 'til next snow, frabjous day jubilation!

Steve Stratford
3/17/2006