Cosmetic Snow

As the news caster was saying good night
With his dead pan expression elevated
He informed us of his forsight
That in the morning more snow was to be created.

'Not a lot now,' he says, 'was to be falling,
But sprinkle, a dusting, a trifle.
To clean the dirt after the thawing,
To end the high temperature cycle.'

'Era,' says I, 'what about it,
Aren't we used to the talk of snow now?'
'But,' says she, 'didn't you like it,
When there was little or no sign of the plow?'. 

I did, begorrah, and more,
But wasn't the sliding at night just pathetic?
And as the meteorologist himself just swore,
The snow would be only cosmetic.

Mise le Meas Jan 17th 2011 laughing at the weatherman!