At 3am, in case of snow,
Look out the window, see it blow;
A bit of white,
At night so bright.
When morning comes and trains should run
The thought of snow becomes less fun
For “cancelled” and “delayed” you see
On platform signs flick’ring at thee.
Now how to spend this waiting time?
Update your status; a Facebook whine.
Your fingers may be frightf’lly nippy
But get your post up ‘n’ make it zippy.
There’s always hope to have a snow day
For getting home there could be no way.
For hours you could wait like a veritable mug
With clothing that won’t keep you snug.
This point of feeling nowt but brrrrr,
You understand why Russians wear fur.
You look around at slush and ice
And no longer think that snow’s so nice.
When home you get, ‘bout three hours late,
You can’t help but think that snow’s not great.
But next day comes, more snow-no work
Out in the park you run, you laugh; you go berserk!
