FUNNY POEM

When Hell Freezes Over

Sonnet

The roads are dry at eight but ice will fall Like white pearls from the frozen skies, they say Like dandruff from God’s crotch, okay y’all? And I, for one, am stocking up today: To the store we go for heavy cream and fuel, And I’ll charge all of my devices, too ‘Cause ice storms sans my laptop are too cruel But you do you — whatever gets you through; This country is still free and you can choose: Hell, go outside and drive if ya got to, If you’re a lineman, or run out of booze — I don’t care, I’m staying in like Nosferatu I peer out my door, grinning while you slip ’Cause I ain’t leaving till I hear drip, drip.