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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.

An acrostic poem about Thanksgiving dinner

An acrostic poem is one where the first word of every line spells something. Like this:

this is just to say: i stuffed a lot of butter
underneath that turkey’s skin, and I’m
really hoping it’s a delicious dish. the
kids will probably just eat mac ‘n’ cheese.
even though that turkey’s the butteriest.
you know that’s right.

And that, friends, is the last poem I’ll be writing for the foreseeable future.