A Winter Poem
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Ring out the news
It’s a polar vortex
Back in the day,
We all used to know
these as “a storm” or,
“A bit of a blow.”
But now, thanks to
the linguistic arms race
It’s got to be worse
We have to keep pace
And so I reckon,
(and this is my fear)
The polar vortex
will be passé next year.
Instead, my friend,
Prepare to be blasted
With a super-galactic,
Multidimensional,
Boreal plasmatic,
Über colossal,
Arctic cyclonic,
Ferally casted
Thingy.
— jd
I love it JD! Well put.
Really lovely thanks so much for sharing .
Oh how I do fear
What awaits us next year…!
Great one, JD.
You are so right. This used to be what we called “winter”.
Great rhyming and meter, John…. had no idea that Bobbie Burns was still alive and well,— and living inside you!!
Excellent JD, how’s about “federally casted”…thanks Steven 🙂