Thursday, January twenty fourth, twenty thirteen
Is a day I’ll always remember!
The day it rained frozen water,
Folks woke up to a strange phenomenon,
Not familiar to many.
With piles of snow on the ground
From previous storms,
One would have thought it was black ice,
But far from it.
Cleared slabs at entrances, pathways and roads
Looked like greased trays ready for baking.
It was impossible to walk while looking up
For eyes had to scan the ground.
Soles of shoes one wore didn't matter
For shoe grips held no ground
As it was spinning and slipping all along
With skating and sliding.
Babies in first few months of walk or
Centenarians, move faster.
It was gliding and skimming the ground
Besides slinking and sliding.
We did the dance of tiptoeing and slumping
And serenaded the ground with our bodies
As our voices cried foul, but
Continued daylong skidding and sliding
In the end, many were injured
And some hospitalized
With broken ribs, joints, arms, legs
And sprains all over the battered bodies