Wash State Weather - Poem by Hugh Wallace
Young salmon flee to the sea
To broar the monotony!
There, when they leap high,
They can feel dry,
At, least momentarily!
What's the real reason
It's always the dry season
When salmon leap up Mr. Rainiest?
From the gills of the brainiest,
"The heavy rain in season is a leap less reason!"
In Death Valley, the sun shines a lot
And it's dry and hot -
But, in Wash State,
It's sad to relate,
Salmon can drown when the leap a lot!
Sometimes, when salmon leap,
They freeze their (BEEP!)
But, with a butterfly net,
You're all set
To reap a heap!
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