Inspired by Brian Bendall
How high’s the snowfall, Mama?
“One foot high and rising!”
I ate my food and Daytona came.
The snow last year was just the same.
I gorged myself and loosened my belt.
Knowing that stuff would only melt.
How high’s the snowfall, Mama?
“Two feet high and rising!”
Don’t worry Mama, it’s okay.
An early thaw is on the way!
Relax, my dear, enjoy the fire.
This snow won’t make it any higher!
How high’s the snowfall, Mama?
“Four feet high and rising!!”
Okay! Okay! We’ll compromise!
I’ll get the shovels, you get the guys!
Let’s bring this white stuff down to size!
It won’t take long to make the run.
We’ll build a snowman when we’re done!
How high’s the snowfall, Mama?
“Six feet high and rising!!”
We cleared a path to the outhouse now,
Thanks to our trusty John Deere plow!
You gotta go? Then do it soon,
Or you might not make back ’til June!
How high’s the snowfall, Mama?
“Eight feet high and rising!!!”
The snow’s still comin’! It’s gotten colder!
Better get the front-end loader!
And Mama might need an army tank!
I just lost Fred in a huge snowbank!
How high’s the snowfall, Mama?
“Land sakes!! Ten feet high and rising!!!!”
The outhouse now is not in sight!
I gotta whiz, but that’s all right!
Make sure you got some pots to spare,
We’re gonna need to go…somewhere!
How high’s the snowfall, Mama?
“(Sigh)…. Take a look outside!!!”
We gotta get this window cleared!
Frank and Tom have disappeared!
It’s buried our new car and truck!
It looks like we’re plum outta luck!!
How high’s the snowfall, Mama?
“Zzzzz… Zzzzz… Zzzzz… Zzzzz….”
Well I’m tired, too, so I’m relaxing,
Even though the roof’s collapsing!
It’s nice and warm here by the fire.
I know this snow won’t get no higher!
Oh, no!!!
We’re outta firewood!!!!
Worry we should!!!!
MAMA!!!!!
*** Have a wonderful day, wherever you are. Buried under 4″ of fresh snow here. Going to enjoy the fire.
More tomorrow.