Snowflakes fell last night
Cold, uncaring, a slurry
Today we woke up hopeless
Then out the window we saw them.
Mom was grouchy, dad was gone,
she didn’t tell us to get dressed.

Other than the driveways and roads
the ground was white with snow
Trees looked bleak and black
We drank hot cocoa for breakfast
and when it was warmer out we sang with joy
outside wearing our winter best.

Then evening came and dad returned
to ruin all our fun.
He came from work with uniform
And salt buckets by the ton.
He melted all our snowmen
and angles one by one.

That’s why I hate Snow Days.