From Nought to Sixty

 

Snow Poem

Snowpo

Monday's snow is "Fuck, it's snowed”

    Tuesday's snow is "Shit, I can't go"

Wednesday’s snow is “traffic’s a nightmare”

    Thursday’s snow is “I’m afraid I can’t get there”

Friday’s snow means “Work from home”

    Saturday’s snow is “no food in Tesco”

But the snow that falls on us on a Sunday

    is “fluffy”

         and “Pretty”

             and “Sod it, let’s play”

AlNapp aged 43¼                                

 

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