Weathermen Poem by Scott Wise
Weathermen
Weathermen, what exactly do they do?
Why won’t their predictions ever come true?
Rain poured down, buckets from the sky
Left my umbrella at home because I trusted that guy
My advice to all of you
Just say you’re guessing and that’s all you can do
That’s the only way out that I can see
I’m not a weatherman, so you CAN trust me
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