My brother died upon a tongue <br /> <br />But now I with my legions come <br /> <br />Pelting down like frosty rain <br /> <br />with drifts up to your window pane. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Your women to the market race <br /> <br />As if food won’t be seen again <br /> <br />And you make your Home Depot run <br /> <br />As if some salt will stop my friends <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />We clog your walks and bury cars <br /> <br />And all your transportation snarl <br /> <br />With Blizzard force my winds do blow <br /> <br />blinding those who walk below. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />No force of Sanitation will <br /> <br /> chase us hence from whence we spill <br /> <br />Nor shall your shovels pitiful <br /> <br />Make much dent in what we will. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Your plans all ruined- Quel Domage! <br /> <br />Stay inside for all I care <br /> <br />Venture out to shovel me <br /> <br />And freeze your butt off if you dare..<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-snowflake-s-revenge/
