The Storm Poem by George Hunter

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, just before the rains,
Why would a person live here if they had an ounce of brains?
It's so hot and muggy in the good ole summertimes
And the natives all appear to have come from different climes.
Katrina just missed me but we got a good douse
And Gustave was worse and blew the shingles off the house.
Electricity was off but I thought I had a pass
Until my standby unit went and used up all my gas.
Have to stock more fuel before the next big blow
So I can run my fan and cause the air to flow.
I can't help it but I'm taking it quite hard
'Cause I loved that big old oak tree that blew over in the yard.
I checked out my insurance to see if they would pay
And they said, 'Tough stuff, old buddy, that'll be the day! '
We just take in the money that you foolishly fork out
And squeak out of paying claims, of that don't have a doubt.
You're just one of the suckers that're born every minute,
Hey! Go play the lottery, you've got a better chance to win it!
So come on Mother Nature and do your worst,
I'll be ready for the next one 'cause it won't be the first!