The highway signs flashed “High Alert!
Tomorrow, don’t be driving.”
The day before Thanksgiving,
There’s a winter storm arriving.
So traffic crawled and inched along
Much slower than just slow
‘Cause everyone was on the road
To beat the coming snow.
You’d think that Martians had attacked
Or that the world was ending
When all that fuss is for some weather –Lousy, but impending…