Weathermen Poem by Phil Soar

Weathermen



A fearsome wind doth blow outside
Though the weatherman called it breezy
I don't believe a thing he says
It makes me feel uneasy

How can they get a forecast wrong
They have access to so much data
I go outside when they say it's nice
And come back soaking later

Friday, June 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,weather
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