Lines. Did you say LINES????

Once upon a midnight dreary
All alone and oh-so-weary
Someone sent a flake to me.
Now I make them constantly.

I stopped a lovely flake that night,
It sparkled, shimmered, awesome sight!
A website written there upon
That sealed my fate. All hope is gone.

A simple star I soon could make,
Then flip it 'round, where I could take
A different point of view, and play
With snowflakes sparkling night and day.

Then, ohhhhhh! Melting starz and starz that ZOOM
Until I never left my room.
Countless hours, days on end,
New twists, new turns, new morphs to bend.

Once I thought SnowDays had died.
I fell upon the floor and cried.
A NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO so anguished people say
Twas heard for miles and miles away.

I paced the room, one endless loop
And stopped each time, once more to stoop
At keyboard there within my cage.
Reload. Reload. Reload the page.

Rewrote my will. "Drop ashes please
from mountain top in hearty breeze,
perchance to drop, a form to make.
One last attempt at THE great flake."

From depths of pain my soul did wake
Brought back by cheers my child did make.
Through black clouds, dimly perceived
MOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM! IT'S BACK! You Must BELIEVE!

OOOOooooooooooohhhhhhhh Yeah. And Greater than before.
I search on this and that for more,
Awed by creations of Masters of Flake.
Delighted to see what perhaps I could make ...

Well ...
If I could only draw straight.
But I can't. It's my fate.
Everywhere ...
MisterX and the Masters, in the advice:
"Depends on straight lines" that you draw through the ice.

I can't draw a line with a ruler, my friend.
"SOME DAY Master" dreams quickly end.
Did I say a ruler? No. I'll draw **between** TWO.
And still you won't see a straight line when I'm through.

Oh well.

Then I will learn sparklies, and movies of light
Maybe learn to fool Scissors, that evil I fight.
And if, though I try, I can never draw lines.
I can describe it, and laugh, with these rhymes.

Dominoe.