150 - Snow

Who ordered all this snow?!

Bring their head(s) to me

This wasn’t in my plan

I’ve got places to be

I should have been consulted

About these weather plans

So now it’s time for me to take

Things into my own hands

I’ll need an architect

We must protect our homes

We’ll buy up all the steel

Cover our land in domes

We’ll control the rain

No more snow or hail

Protect ourselves from missile strikes

My will - it must prevail!

And once we are all covered

Let’s finally take a chance

Launch everything we have

Aim it all at France!

We will be invincible!

Beneath our hemispheres

The world will tremble mightily

Thanks to our engineers

Let’s set this plan in motion

Everyone- let’s go!

Oh wait, I see a problem

Who ordered all this snow?!

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume Two, available from the Shop!