Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!--By Jane Richer--Canada

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!

The weather outside is dreadful,
And believe me I have a head full,
I’ll give my nose another blow,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

I really must look a dreadful sight,
This cold has me up for the night,
I have no will to watch a show,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

I’ve cooked, but have no appetite,
I really couldn’t stomach a single bite,
Rudolph and my nose are all aglow,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

My car is buried in a snowdrift,
And there's no one here to give me a lift,
So without some Kleenex I must go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

The Sasquatch and I don’t really care,
If you see us both with tangled hair,
Bad tasting medicine my common foe,
So let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

Jane Richer is a poet and writer who lives in Alberta, Canada
and is so far published only online. She loves to poke fun at herself
and rather likes to write tongue-in-cheek poetry but she will dabble
in all kinds of genres to widen her creative nature. She loves to 'sister'-
(write a complimentary poem) and feels that is the greatest form of
acknowledgment and respect in expression for another poet's talent.