Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for December 13, 2015
Winter Haikus In the empty space Immortal beneath the set Parking lot snow pile. -10 0 10 Muffled scream Agh Jello from a mold Wet sand from an upturned pail Laughable hat here. If I hear that phrase Mass of Arctic Air once more I think I will scream. Whine whine whine whine whine Adults are like, so wimpy Snow days suit me fine.