TEMPER TANTRUM
Normally, I’m docile, quiet as can be,
Temper tantrums something alien to me,
Losing your temper is a waste of time,
And for grown ups it is a crime.

It’s the end of May, the forecast is SNOW !
If I wake to snow a temper tantrum I will throw,
I’ll either lose it, or stay tucked up warm in bed
And tell the doctor the snow has gone to my head.

Please precipitation don’t come as snow but rain,
I want to hear it tap-tapping on my window pane,
We do not need one more flake of snow to fall,
Or the lakes all year will stay frozen not melt as all.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson May 21, 2002