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,
Boreal plasmatic,
Über colossal,
Arctic cyclonic,
Ferally casted

— jd