Typical Snow Day

"Ooh, it's snowing", squeal the kids. "There'll be no school today!
Get the sleds out! Find our mufflers! We'll go out and play!"
"Mom, come help me find my mittens. Where's my furry hat?
Breakfast? No way! Can't you see? There's no time for that."

"Oh, it's snowing", groan the mothers, "There's no school today.
Kids will track snow in and out, and turn my hair to grey.
They will never take the time to eat what I've just cooked.
It'll take me half an hour to get their boots all hooked!"

"Oh, it's snowing!" yelps the dog. "Kids are home today,
I hope they remember to let me pull the sleigh!"
"Oh, it's snowing", say the dads. "Wish I were home today.
I could help them build a snowman....but I'd get no pay!"

"It's stopped snowing" cry them all. It's just another day.
School will open, after all. Can't stay home and play."
Kids are grumpy, moms relieved, and dad goes off to work.
On one thing they all agree: the weatherman's a jerk !

Mother's Modern Kitchen (written April 1962)

My all-electric kitchen has brought me pride and joy,
But also it has been a place of learning for my boy.
He hasn't learned to fry a chop, or bake a cherry pie,
Nor has he ever washed a dish, and splashed soap in his eye.

But he's discovered wonder in watching carrots grow,
And seeing salt and charcoal form a garden all aglow.
Experiments with chemistry, and home-made "magic" mixtures
Intrigue him even more than my electric fixtures.

His little engine, turned by steam, is on the counter, too,
But must be moved to make way for his nails, or home-made glue.
He soaked a bone in vinegar to make it rubber-like,
And in the corner is a tube he's fixing for his bike.

When trying to prepare a meal, I have no room to spare,
He has a box or pan or bottle almost everywhere.
Oh, yes, my kitchen's quite a joy, I'm really in my glory...
But not as much as my small son, for it's his laboratory !