The year’s first snow should look more like the flakes
There once was a man named Josh
Who too hastily said kibosh
In the early hours of the storm
He bitched and moaned with scorn
But now in the next day’s light
The perfect snow has fallen right
His woes of soggy snows
Mirror those of ungrateful hoes
Ha! Ungrateful hoes!
Thank you. It’s an honor to be poetically pilloried by you.
All three members of our household contributed lines to this rebuttal.
There once was a man named Josh
Who too hastily said kibosh
In the early hours of the storm
He bitched and moaned with scorn
But now in the next day’s light
The perfect snow has fallen right
His woes of soggy snows
Mirror those of ungrateful hoes
Ha! Ungrateful hoes!
Thank you. It’s an honor to be poetically pilloried by you.
All three members of our household contributed lines to this rebuttal.