The wind chill’s low, the air is ice,
Stepping outside? Better think twice.
Thermometers read negative WHO?!
Even the penguins say, “We’re through.”
The weatherman shouts, “A polar blast!”
The school board sighs, “Can we outlast?”
Parents refresh their phones in dread,
While kids stay hopeful from their bed.
The district waits ‘til the last minute,
(Their delay? A cruel gimmick.)
But when the wind cuts like a knife,
They finally spare us all our life.
SCHOOLS ARE CLOSED! The text comes through,
Kids scream like they just won a coup.
Parents groan, “Now what’s the plan?”
While toddlers plot their next demand.
Forget the sleds, it’s way too cold,
Even hot cocoa won’t be bold.
We’ll hibernate, we’ll wear six pairs,
We’ll binge-watch shows in cozy chairs.
And though we freeze, we’ll laugh inside,
Because Omaha’s one frozen ride.
So when the frost decides to stay,
We’ll pray for just one more free day!
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