Follow-up entry: "Febate in Virginia"

Febate in Virginia

On Febate I’m dreaming of plenty of snow,
A blizzard, and not just a little, you know.

‘Cause when we get several inches or more,
The schools will be closed and we rush to the store

For all of the things that we need to survive,
Like popcorn and movies that keep us alive.

And all of us sit near the fire so warm
And have so much fun as we wait out the storm.

But most of the time it’s just cold freezing rain,
And only enough to engender a pain

For workers like me who must trudge on to work
Through miserable roadways and slippery murk.

For blizzards, you see, are occasional treats,
When “deepo” reality governs the streets.