Snow day and schools been canceled
Blizzard blowing, nothing to do
Boredom was never an option
When solitude comes calling for you
Alone in the basement playroom
Nothing to watch on the TV
A bit too soon for the internet
Fidelity was low but it was free
Back then fun didn’t need bandwidth
Imagination fueled the fun
The old Zenith still played fine
Records begging to be spun.
Carol and Paula are first on deck
The prized Magic Garden LP
“Hello it’s nice to say hello”
Folk songs for kids sung with such glee
Lunch time approaches, time to eat
Belly grumbles, Mom delivers
Bologna and cheese on white bread
Warm soup chases the shivers
54 minutes later
Songs end, blizzard will persist
Next up, Mark Twain spinning yarns
Tom and Huck, teaching a boy to resist
Then in a blink the decades shift
But record players never retire
Music became his religion
The jukebox his altar and pyre
The boy in the blizzard is grown
But the lover of vinyl remains
The jukebox played his soundtrack
Music now rushes through his veins
Mannino Acid 