Snow-day 1959

Monday, 6:00AM clock radio trips,
And WTRY Sounds off one of those top 40 hits.
I half hear the School Closings for Monday 12/12,
Sitting straight up in bed.....Was that Greenport Elementary do tell?

"Here are those school closings one more time kiddies"........
"Hudson HS Closed".... Oh Please God let me hear my city.
"Greenport Elementary...Closed" my Hands Raised Victorious..
I think I can hear Mrs Healy's entire 3rd grade class celebrating gloriously!

Just as I settle in for an uninterrupted, relaxing snow day in my room,
I hear my Mom yell, "young man come get this dust mop and broom"
"Oh snap"! "what shall I do with these dearest mother" I inquire
"Clean that pig sty you call a bedroom or your gonna feel some hellfire!"

Seeing that there we were only 10 days before Christmas
I decide Its to my advantage not to put up a fuss.
So clean I do.....pulling dust bunnies and underwear from beneath my bed
A miss matched sock and a couple bugs that were dead.

And to my surprise I find that fake dog **** I been looking for,
Time for a stealth mission to Mom's special bedroom behind that closed door.
Doing my best army crawl I make my way to Ma's special place
And put that rubbery dog **** on that bedspread made of lace.

"Hey Ma come quick the dog crapped on your lacy bedspread"!
I don't think Ma hit one step climbing those stairs she was seein' red!
And with a gasp she began to rub that dogs nose in the mess,
I'm like Mom it's just fake dog **** relax and don't stress"!

Shine a light before you leave
Colours of agony still linger to the unforgiven
They *******, degrade, and soon fall
And can drag you down to their sin

Throw a sparkler in before you go
For you may find those who are bursting with love
Among the shadows they radiate virtue
And eventually go to the better places above

Take a torch along your walk
Lonely souls seem to ripple only depression
See them, know them, accept them
But take caution of the obsession

Ignite a flare on your path
For you are bound to discover those select few
Eyes glisten and are blinded with hope
Different to others though; in their own hue

Flicker a match on the way there
Solve the enigma of all the masks
Dwell into each step with keen precaution
Shine a light; that's all I ask

Hearing you
Say her
name was
like taking
down
a shot of
Whiskey

Until I
remembered
that you  
weren't really
ever my
Cup of tea