A Snowy Night.

The children play,

like back in my day.

Their red noses stand out in the snow,

As their smiles continue to grow.



Inside I do sit,

A long with my lit.

Homework as high as the snow,

And hot embers glow.



Hot chocolate for all,

The kids have a ball.

I read textbooks and papers,

As the kids sit round the shaper-

of ballons till its time to go home.



It's eight fifteen,

The roads look mean.

I travel away from the house,

Quick as a mouse.



For me it is time to go home.

Away to it I do roam.

On towards my home,

In hopes of a warm drink with foam.



Alas in the warmth,

I find a great wreath,

Tea to be made,

A syllabus I must bade.



Still homework to do,

I take of my shoe.

Sitting down at my table,

I begin to write my little fable.



For math can wait,

English is my true fate.

The storm rages on,

And in a blink I am gone.