Here comes the forecast snow.
Looks like it’ll be a real big blow.
All the weather girls and boys
are making lots of scary noise.
Every channel has the story.
NOAA’s in its warning glory
Our governor has a real good plan
the snow plow driver’s name is Stan.
Look at all the grocery stores.
People knocking down the doors
milk and meat and loaves of bread
a block of cheddar cheese to shred.
Don’t forget the Quaker oatmeal.
This dang place is sure surreal.
Every Wilma, Joe and Jane
is rushing to the quick check lane.
Gas stations all are really busy
drug store clerks are getting dizzy.
Panic’s rising shoulder high
gotta find some stuff to buy.
Shovels, gloves, flour and salt
some liquor made with good old malt.
Supplies are now set in place
no more need to rush and race.
With a little bit of Frenchman’s luck
plows will all get soundly stuck.
Then when Wednesday rolls around
we’ll still be sweetly hunkered down
with no particular place to go
just looking out at all the snow.
Maybe stay beneath the covers
acting like two young lovers.
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