Snow, snow, please go away,
I'm so tired of long, grey, melancholy days.
Don't you know,
didn't you get the memo?
I'm a sunshine and beach kinda girl.
A vacation would be divine,
I long for sand between my toes as I recline.
No crying babies or ringing phones,
no dirty dishes or soiled clothes.
No meals to plan or floors to sweep,
just lounging in the sun,
soaking up the heat until I fall asleep.
Floppy sunhats and flowing dresses the uniform of the day,
skipping rocks and hunting seashells all day.
Or, failing all that,
a good beating will always work.
This is my faerie wish for the day.