Snowstorms in the Morning
A blizzard said the Wizard
With the magical board.
But no, just a patter, a splatter
Danced forth.
The door would not open
Said the lady she’s sure.
The drift did not come,
What a terrible bore.
Now when the morning came,
Whitened not dark.
‘Will it be any different?’,
the neighbours will bark.
Oh look at the mirror
All covered in snow.
The wonderful colours
Of visions you know.
Now I cannot remember
Anything more,
Except for the number
And that was just four.
The smoke that was rising
Within my gaze
‘Don’t worry.’, said Jimmy
that was just haze!
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