It’s over; it’s finished; we’re done
T’was dreadful, but also quite fun
Hark back to last week
The forecast was bleak
But snoverkill hadn’t begun…

On Saturday, life was a lark
With snowballs at Malcolm X park
(A side-note: that trend—will ever it end?)
And frolicking way on past dark

By Sunday the mood was more dour
Since thousands of folks had no power
Some Super Bowl action
Provided distraction
No snow-talk for well past an hour

Come Monday the government closed
Schools too, once the union imposed
From icicles growing
To time-lapsing snowing
The District sat still and reposed

On Tuesday we got on our knees
Dear snow fates, snofuckyourself please!
The record’s now clinched
From snowfall that inched
While taking down neighborhood trees

It’s humpday and you were just stuck
What better to do than just HUG, A LOT
You needed protection
But how’s your selection?
The Sexist said you were in luck

The morning on Thursday was sunny
With warmth and the hope of some money
Some news was fantastic
And some, just bombastic
Chris Matthews, you son-of-a-gun(ny)

Now Friday, we’re back to the grind
With most folks no longer confined
The trains were atrocious
Commuters? ferocious
But hey now, the worst is behind.