Thank-you poem for shoveling the snow

 My bedroom is the warmest room in the house. Went on bike for 20 minutes while reading. Just went up there now to read - the living room is too cold - and will return after bloggin.

My car looks like it's being lowered into its grave. Patrick and his team of neighborhood kids did a great job as I mentioned in my previous blog.

I congratulated him on FB and said I might have to write anudder poem about him.

As I was reading on the red couch in the living room, I thot, Go upstairs and write the poem. So I did. Now I'm going under the covers upstairs and wait till the phone rings.

The return of Pizza Night!

AYE AYE CAPITANO!  

Neighbor Patrick and his team

of daring young men prepare

to advance on the

War Against Snow.

Anti-snow machinery is lined up

like artillery in the driveway, while

the young men – and Bella, too –

frolic in the snow.

Dressed for the occasion, Patrick

wears the warms: hat, gloves

jacket, pants and waterproof

boots that leak.

Men, he calls, in his deep voice

like Brad Roberts in Crash Test

Dummies, the time is now. Quit

your childish ways. We’ve got

a date with the snow.

And we’re gonna destroy it!

As the sun beams down on

Cowbell Road, the young

warriors begin the skirmish.

Young Patrick – check!

Ian – check!

Tucker – check!

Bella – check!

Zeke – check!

With the zeal of

the Superhero

their attack is swift

and merciless.

The snow is conquered.

Money doled out to the

victors, who suffer no

PTSD.

Only the joy of doing their

duty on our beloved

Cowbell Road. Hot

chocolate anyone?