My sister wrote a poem and posted it on Facebook;

Snomageddon.

They salted the sidewalks spread sand in the streets.

They warned us of inches of snow in their tweets.

We all charged to Costco by land, sea and air

and bought bottled water leaving nothing to spare.

The children all whispered, "a snow day's a commin'"

while snow crews got sanders and snowplows a hummin'.

With our sleds at the ready, hand warmers aglow,

alas the day came and there wasn't no snow.

In sadness we packed up our snow boots and gear,

but we have enough TP to last us a year.

So, I wrote a reply;

I’m sorry to read your tale of woe,

About the snow that didn’t show.

A useless trip to Costco too,

And countless toilet paper up the kazoo. 

But don’t despair or fret, or stew,

There’ll be more snow before you’re through.

The wind swill howl, the flurries fly,

With piles of snow reaching for the sky.

Then you bundle up against the cold,

Then grab your skates if you’re so bold.

And glide across the panes of glass,

Until you fall upon your ass. 

In the ER it’s warm and snug,

Doctors and nurses can be so smug.

A sling for the arm and drugs for the pain,

Next time let’s all hope for rain. 

Ken Ferguson