Natural Disasters: Snowed Under

  

It snowed today.

It snowed yesterday.

It snowed the other day.

It snowed a lot.

Where does it all come from?

We are completely snowed under.

It’s piled high along the shed,

Here, there and asunder.

Where does it all come from?

I’m pondering back to my youth.

We had snow days aplenty,

But to ask in all truth;

Where does it all come from

This ignoble pile up of trash?

Snowed under, barrels and bags,

A terrible big stash.

Where does it all come from

These leavings of dinners and life,

Papers, plastics, empty tins?

Our wastefulness is rife.

Trash day today,

They missed now four.

It’s snowing again;

We’re buried for sure.