Snowed, we were snowed by the money-laundering banks
And banks of the white stuff spread far and wide:
In New York, Heathrow and Roissy no-where to hide
Unless slipshod and covered in a tinfoil blanket
Like the season’s turkey, fattened and ready to roast.
Softly covering footfall and tracks,
Sifting through cracks in clapboard shacks
Beside the creek: snowed and ploughed under
Millions and trillions: Global warming’s winter wonder.
