Snowpacalypse!
winter terror in the Goldilocks zone
There’s a reason James Taylor left only to find
Carolina, ‘cross distance, still firmly in mind.
Her seasons like clockwork parade by in time
to rhythms predictable as this here rhyme.
One thing though, not mentioned in song is the dread,
That Southern folks fear: they might run out of bread!
Or milk, when Jack Frost with his icy breath blows,
and showers with ice, freezing rain, sleet and snow.
Carolina, whose climate is gentle, and mild,
with temperate days and nights, rarely defiled
by extreme winter cold or the blast-heat of summer
finds precipitate, freezing, to be quite a bummer.
With Doppler Radar® and satellite feeds,
The weathermen track the clouds, temp, and airspeed,
Then a newscaster nervous, soon fails and lets slip —
Foretelling of imminent Snowpacalypse!
In panic, her people rush in from outdoors,
But not before heading to grocers and stores.
They’ll raid and hoard items of baked-goods and dairy,
With hopes of surviving the Snow…
