There’s No Day Like a Snow Day

snow

Awakened to new fallen snow.
Wait! It hasn’t stopped.
Alas, since last evening, though,
Two whole feet have dropped.
Shall I call to work just yet?
No! Wait a little longer.
Remaining in a state of fret,
Apprehension grows much stronger.
Will I call, or won’t I call?
Maybe it gets worse?
Putting off, will only stall,
The eventual report.
My mind was made, some flakes ago.
Why am I afraid?
It won’t matter if I show,
I will still get paid.
Perhaps, an email? Perhaps, a text?
What if they say no?
What excuse to think of next?
One beyond reproach.
Oh, do it now, just call out.
I’m sure others have as well.
Timely, came this snowy bout,
Opportunity, downward fell.
White canvass touching all around.
Begin this day to treasure.
Now call the boss, abet, aground,
and start some magic leisure.

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