WEATHER PREDICTION
Aug. 2, 2000
The weathermen predict,
40% chance of rain.
I predict much more,
Because of my pain.
With all their new fangled,
Doppler and such,
They should be right,
And they are,---
But not much.
Sometimes they'd do better,
To look out the door;
Look up in the sky,
They'd know the score.
But if they want,
A better an-nal-y-sis;
Hire a weatherman,
Named arth-ur-i-tis.
By:Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
I hurt bad this week and I was sure it would rain.
The weathermen predict,
40% chance of rain.
I predict much more,
Because of my pain.
With all their new fangled,
Doppler and such,
They should be right,
And they are,---
But not much.
Sometimes they'd do better,
To look out the door;
Look up in the sky,
They'd know the score.
But if they want,
A better an-nal-y-sis;
Hire a weatherman,
Named arth-ur-i-tis.
By:Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY
I hurt bad this week and I was sure it would rain.
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