This weather is so odd, I never know
If I should wear a coat, or a swim suit
With flip flops, or a fuzzy winter boot
To keep my toes warm in the ice and snow.
I look on weather dot com for I hope
To see that snow’s predicted by the yard
The answer from the screen I take quite hard
When students ask, “a snow day?” I say, “nope.”
The kids they ask if we can go home now
I answer just by looking out of doors
Where sunbeams stream from, filling up the floors
I’d acquiesce if I could think of how.
I’d love a snow day much as anyone,
But this year, I’m afraid, we will have none.
