Valentine’s Day 2014: Deep snow, stranded fliers and now bad poetry

This week should be a joyous one

For couples back together.

But all these storms chased off the fun,

Replaced the love with weather.

St. Valentine would hardly cheer

At all those stranded solo,

Alone in airports, left to jeer

As agents all say no-go.

The TSA did pat you down

And maybe that was thrilling.

But now your laptop’s charge is gone

With ten hours to be killing.

Your dreams of romance after sunset?

In terminal condition.

Instead of flying home by funjet

You prowl the concourse itching.

Abandon hope this deep, dark night?

You could go that route, brother.

Unless, of course, you fliers might

Pair up there with each other.

In twos you all could join together

And turn the evening sparky.

Who knows? That just might calm the weather

And make your jets feel arky.