T’was the night after Christmas and all through the city
The blizzard kept us off the streets — what a pity!
The snow brought it’s splendor, covering Gotham in white,
But we couldn’t see the grandeur through the stormy, windy night,
When the morning did come, it brought wondrous beauty
The snow had covered all that sidewalk dog doodie!
The streets and the cars were blanketed with snow
The streets were impassable, but there was nowhere to go!
The snow kept us home, no deliveries, mail
No traffic, trains, buses, no ships that could sail
No stores were open to buy milk, eggs or bread
But our gigantic Christmas feasts made our bellies feel like lead.
No one could get to work — except New York’s Strongest,
Who made the streets drivable, tho that took the longest
Others helped out for extra money badly needed,
To pay for Christmas gifts and the mouths to be feeded
But it still took too long, even working extra-handed
Too bad Santa came before he could have easily landed
Who would suspect the weathermen finally guessed right
As they broadcast gloom and doom constantly through the night
Snow plowing heroes braved the storm for you and me
As we shoveled yellow snow colored by Fido’s dog pee
The days after the snow soon lost all its lustrous beauty
Trudging to work, it turned gray, slushy, slippery and sooty
Was the blizzard really a blessing to greet the New Year,
Making us drive more careful to our parties of cheer?
So the Screecher’s snowy warning is don’t be a statistic
May the New Year be prosperous, healthy and our economy go ballistic!
Screech at you next week!
