Twas the week before Christmas and all through the skies
The snow blasted down blinding everyone’s eyes.
I urgently needed to work through the break.
For textbooks and rent, too, for soup and for cake.
The roads how they sparkled! They shone like a penny!
The snowplows..wait, what? Well, there just were not any.
I5 was a skate rink, with swirled around cars
Just sitting there, headlights flashing like stars.
From Auburn to Broadway, I needed to get.
The thermometer was simply stuck on “NOT YET”!
As my coin banks seemed to dip lower and lower
The road banks just rose up snow-er and snow-er.
When finally I could no longer sit there and fret.
I climbed aboard my not quite trusty Chevette.
I slipped and I slid till I got to I5.
Thankful I made it to that point alive.
With a sigh of relief I approached the slick ramp
Looking for dark patches of welcoming damp.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear.
Nothing but solid ice to the fore and the rear!
I crept and I crawled in my little slow car.
Wondering why Seattle seemed suddenly so far.
I got to the exit and smiled at my luck
Only to see that the exit was blocked by a truck!
Back to the skating rink I rolled with a frown
I knew I would have to turn back around.
My cheeks how sunk in now, my shoulders how slumpy
My laughter how hollow, my heartbeat how jumpy.
I drove the Chevette back as slow as can be
It took another 2 hours, maybe three.
On a freeway like ice, with frost framing my glass.
I had time to confront the mistakes of my past.
What had I accomplished, knowing ice did not melt
When a warm ray of sun had never been felt?
Why had I not heeded advice from the wise?
Saying, do not go out, do not, you’ll capsize!
It took all day, this journey of mine.
I made not a cent, not a nickel or dime.
But what I almost lost was beyond price.
This life of mine, which turned out kind of nice.
Did I starve, did I freeze, did I lose my small flat?
Did bugs eat me alive because of all that?
Did I fail the whole term, did I lose my whole grade?
Did I go bald or turn pink, not that I don’t like that shade?
Nothing bad happened, the church helped in time.
They took up a collection, I paid not a dime.
My books were all paid for by all my dear friends.
I went to work safely later, and that is the end.
That Funny Bunny Lady 