Faye Sizemore

FOUL WEATHER QUESTION

The weather has cleared
The sun has come out and cheered
the once white landscape
but here I sit… still racking my brains
with my mouth still agape
When snow is in the forecast…
all hurry to the store… everyone to the last
They buy up all the milk and bread
and toilet paper by the ton
but I have never heard it said
after all is done…
what it is that is made from these
No one has spoken… not even one
Will someone tell me… Please??