Muscles are tired
From clearing the snow.
Much more than predicted
Only when done can you really know.
We got 17 inches
midnight to eight
People driving to work
Had to go in late.
Started the clearing at six
Inside for breakfast at nine
Will this top off the season?
With that, most will be fine.
Oatmeal with coffee
And a cookie or two
I take off my boots next
In favor of a regular shoe.
Let the lingering flakes
Dust the sidewalk and stair
I’ll rest quite happily
In my most comfortable chair.
Relating to or produced by percussion.
“Be original!” was the jussive command.
Don’t just use any old word at hand.
I do not intend to be rude,
But I’m certain of my verbish mood.
I like recycling as much as the next person
And I know without it our world will just worsen.
But a rule is a rule, here a very sharp tool
If I were to ignore it, I’d be a great fool.
So a new word to you I must give.
Ta-da, rat-a-tat-tat, take that: percussive.
I’ll drum it into you. Yes, you know it’s true.
It’s the thing which I must do, until you’re black and blue.