Scotch, Watch, Shoes, Expensive car
– GQ in a Haiku
John, it’s serious. There’s five centimetres on the ground here. Let me put that in plain terms.
That’s five centimetres of frozen water plummeting from the sky and colliding with our streets, homes and way of life. I couldn’t have envisioned the horror myself– but, here I am – staring right into this cold, monochromatic canvas of white fury.
My god Frank. You said five centimetres? Are you at least safe from where you’re reporting?
I’ve dug out a foxhole for myself here, John, by kicking the snow away from me to create a protective area.
Like brushing dandruff off one’s shoulder, I’ve secured a clean area on the sidewalk free of any contamination from white flakes.
That’s good to hear Frank. We want to make sure you get back to us safe.
I’m okay for now. But there’s no telling how long I can keep it at bay.
Well Frank – while we’ve got you safe – how are people dealing with what surely sounds like the “storm of the year”?
I’ve got Mary with me here, John, who bravely faced this white squall to make sure her family had enough food to survive the storm’s wrath.
That’s very kind, but only a coincidence, Frank. Tuesday’s when I normally go to the grocery store. It’s just a coincidence this weather came up.
Brave words, Joan. Your courage is inspiring. Now tell me: how are you managing on this darkest of days?
Great! It’s nice to have some snow coming down – and the kids get a real kick out of it, sledding down the hills.
You’re being incredibly strong, Joan. Is your family safe?
Why, what’s happened?
I think our viewers would like to know that your family is as brave as you – and are safe, waiting for your return during Nature’s onslaught.
Oh no. The girls are out and about, having a snowball fight. I heard one got a bloody nose again from a direct hit in the face. And Gary, my son, was caught sliding behind cars again. So, in his case, I’m gonna make sure he doesn’t feel at all safe.
Joan, I won’t keep you from your mission any longer. Get home quickly and deliver your groceries to a hungry, and no doubt frightened family, in the clutches of this ferocious winter monster.
You better be scared, Gary. I’m coming home with consequences!
As you can see John, people are panicked, and worry runs the streets. We can only hope our worry doesn’t consume us like the five centimetre blanket, which we’re all struggling to get out from under.
Eloquently put, Frank. Now get out of that terror zone and get back to us safe and sound.
This is Frank Middling reporting for the Weather Network at ground zero of the storm ….nay… cataclysm of the century.
Sure. And tomorrow they’re going to tell us birds have wings?
Found on Huffington Post.