Christmas 2015 Comments

You who live in the northern climea Exiled-for your many crimes For trapping furry little creatures, Dare to mock us as our teacher. You serve your sentence in the mines, You hack the earth as if snow blind; The bite of frost is on your cheek Your lips do tremble as you speak. You make a virtue of mere survival Snow is certain of arrival; Your punishment is the barren land Where wind cuts harshly like icy sand. Purge your sins in the icy blast I only hope that you can last Snow and ice ordered the Judge.i

Blizzard/Schmizzard~ Are you under a snow drift? Are you camo'd in white? Do you look like a snow cone? Oh what a delight... I've heard of your blizzard, A metre of snow, Millions of people With nowhere to go! I worried for a moment About your dire fate Because the 'Big Apple' Is not the 'Snow State So thought I would write you To spark a ‘hot’ riff While gently I mock you Of the snow we call 'skiff. My advice to the novice Of the fluffy white stuff Make sure you wear long johns You won’t last in the buff. Xo Elaine