While sitting at home during a terrible snow storm I decided to vent my anger by writing a poem. Eighteen inches of the blasted white stuff just happened to have fallen on the same day as Dr. Seuss’s birthday. In honor of Dr. Seuss I wrote a Seussian influenced poem about my cabin fever experience, pie and . . . snow.
The sun did not shine.
It was colder than heck.
I walked to my car.
With snow down my neck!
With the road slick as ice,
and blood pressure high.
There was nothing to do,
but to stay home and eat pie.
So I sat,
and I sat
and I sat and I ate.
I ate and I ate all the pie on my plate.
Where is the pie, yelled my dear husband Pete.
I ate every bit of that apple crumbed sweet!
Not guilty at all, I said with a smirk!
He slammed the frig door and called me a jerk!
So beware of the unwanted, white fluffy stuff.
And if you must travel, the roads can be rough.
Do not get upset if the foul weather lingers.
Just sit and eat pie and lick crumbs off your fingers!