The Weather’s grudge
By May Kwek
Oh how I hate the weatherman
He is so proud
Thinking he can guess my ways
And saying them out loud
Monitoring my every move
Who does he think he is?
I would like some privacy
A real intrusion is this!
And he would predict
What it is I do
I am the weather
I make the rules!
Oh, so yes I hate him
It’s more than dislike
It is a grudge long and deep
I’ll keep him from being right!
If he says it’s sunny
Well, I’ll make it rain
And if he says it’ll be wet
Watch out! The heat’s quite a pain
And now he says because of El Nino
It will be warm and dry
Right, that’s what you think
Heavens? Time to cry!
Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek
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