A poem about our surprise snowstorm

Snow Day (With apologies to creepy candy baron Willy Wonka)

There’s no earthly way of knowing
When it’s going to stop snowing
Which direction it is blowing
There’s no knowing when we’re going
There’s no earthly way of knowing
When the plow trucks will come plowing
Or which way the jet-stream’s flowing
It is snowing and it’s snowing
And the snowman’s hat is growing
It’s a snowicane a-blowing.

  • I live in the Huntsville, AL area, and we rarely ever get snow. Maybe 1-3 inches every 1-3 years. We were supposed to have flurries Friday, but I did not spy one single flake. Yet cities all around us got snow day amounts. And Mobile, on the coast? Even they got a dusting. Not fair!