dear weatherman,
the wind is roaring,
rain just pouring,
now what’s a man to do?
my grass needs cut,
here I sit on my butt,
mister weatherman,
it’s all because of you!
sincerely, soaked
Looking for those smiled this morning, wrote this in bed after the roaring wind awakened me rather prematurely
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Moe Radosevich
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Comments (6)
Awww, so sorry the wind woke you up. Loved your poem!
This was a lot of fun. Love it.
Damn rain, right? And it always comes when you least expect it too! Fun read, Moe!
Clever! 🤗❤️ Wonderful and creative job, as always! 🤗
Yeah, I was gonna' mow today, too... 😄
Comical as always! My lawn uh..maybe tomorrow. .Then weeks pass me by. Hope you get a sunny day soon!🌞