Power Outage and Curfew in Cleveland
Lights, oh lights, oh where have you hid?
You've left because of a power grid?!?
My laptop screen is luminescent,
But hurts my eyes with darkness present...
I can't handle using a candle
When someone snatches all the matches.
My flashlight operates by crank,
Which tires my wrist, to be quite frank.
The total dark is getting old
And all the pop's no longer cold.
The cream is losing its ice
Which isn't very nice.
Kelly is now back at our house where power is restored,
But I am still at work in darkness, getting bored...
The only traffic on the streets are cops, who on the bullhorn
Are telling folks to go on home, a curfew that, forlorn
Will keep the streets of town until the sunny morn.
Because of this I can't go out -- I think it's very rude,
So I expect the mayor to come and bring me up some food!
Comments
It's 10:30, where are my brothers?....one in Cleveland stuck at work in the dark, the other trapped in Manhattan at a friend's apartment in the dark.....What is this world coming to??
Posted by: kristsa | August 14, 2003 10:27 PM
For those who wondered where they went, I have some news that's heaven sent. Our Rob escaped from Cleveland's dark and Jon found somewhere he could park and both, though lost and starved for food, returned back home in festive mood and I can vouch that both can eat cause both were here last Monday, neat. The twdfPedersen group were sharing grub and also soup. The soup that I refer to here was mine and followed with some beer and comments fit for man or beast...it sure is fun when they come East.
Posted by: dave | September 5, 2003 08:00 PM
I am writing an article on the "Power Outage of 2003" and want to use the poem posted by rob on this site. Can you please pass along his email so I can obtain his consent and give proper credit. It is excellently written and speaks to what my article will focus on.
Posted by: Kevin Walters | September 11, 2003 12:00 AM