I was told that Cork never sees snow,
Then it snowed - folk said, "Oh! What a blow!"
We thought it was light,
But then overnight,
It all settled - that'll teach 'em so!
How I laughed as the snow fell much faster,
And the RSA* tried to be master,
Of the bad situation,
Of no one's creation...
No denying a total disaster!
As the cars all ground to a halt,
And the grit ran out in the assault,
The snow took control,
And the ice took its toll,
Such a winter could cause a revolt!
To travel through snowdrifts, of course,
You need something good like a horse,
The phone lines were down,
So I said with a frown,
We'd be better off if we knew Morse!
The lessons to learn were quite clear,
As we sat in the snowdrifts that year,
Never say 'never',
It cannot be clever,
Being stranded in snow - oh dear!
© Julian Rixon 2013
*RSA is the Road Safety Authority in Ireland
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