A poem a day, for 21 days..... |
--"winged with red lightning and tempestuous rage" [Paradise Lost]. And Now With the Weather...Tom Foolery The king of smoke and mirrors, the queen of song and dance Exploit, hoodwink, and bemuse the masses With chicanery, they sell a bill of goods: A glacial mass is escaping the northern woods! The king confounds-- with words he’ll muddle The nor’easter that’s coming is no little puddle Of heavy rain. No, ‘twill freeze, with enough accumulation To fire even the most perplexed imagination. The queen expounds, the pretty fool With oft hoaxing hogwash, says dirty pool. Several feet will obliterate, will quashus all, will traffic strangle A deal with sellers of blowers and shovels—be that her angle? The masses are distraught, they’re all caboodled, Trumped up weather- the business makes ‘em soft-sell noodled! Do I hear a foot, who’ll give a foot? Two and who’ll make it four? The worst of the century, they’re seduced and run screaming for the store. C’mon everyone, it’s time for the icy fast shuffle—now pinch! Set your alarms early to dig out that major accumulation…of an inch! Prompt for March 7th (Must be posted by 10 PM) Subject: The Worst Snowstorm this Century Word(s) to use: distraught Word(s) not to use: snow, storm, snowstorm, blizzard, white WORDS IN BOLD ARE ALL SYNONYMS/CONNOTATIONS or DENOTATIONS OF THE WORD 'SNOW'! |