The word is out – the snow will come,
The
inches still in question.
Make
sure you’ve stocked up all your shelves!
(Of
course, just a suggestion.)
The
hype’s begun; to ratchet fear
Some
rules have been suspended
So
you may neither shop nor park
In
places you intended.
The
weathermen repeat this news
At
least six times an hour,
The
only ones oblivious
Stuck
in an ivory tower.
There’s
not a lot to do but wait
To
see if the prediction
Of
what’s impending proves to be
A
fact or merely fiction.
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