A Flurry Folktale

A Flurry Folktale

Even God ain’t perfect...what if I say
That I can prove this by a snow day
See I have this theory God was runnin’ late
Searchin’ for something to wear on his date

Fifteen minutes past he chose an outfit:
Dark jeans, black shirt, leather jacket
He nabbed a hat from the closet,
‘cuz the weather was chilly –
But tryin' it on he though it looked silly

With no time to waste God made haste
And almost slipped on the Colgate toothpaste
On the way to the bathroom to fix his ‘do
But after some styles he hadn’t a clue
So he acquiesced: “ah, what the hell”
And with his fingers slathered jel
From root to tip and the sideburns as well

With few minutes to spare he was aware;
His only task left: to brush his hair

So next time you window peek
To watch a snow flurry
know it’s actually God
Brushin’ his hair in a hurry.