Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Kill The Weatherman (Come on, you know you want to.)

Kill The Weatherman

I'm frozen stiff
I'm boiling mad
I've got an evil plan
Have no doubt
When I thaw out
I'll kill the Weatherman!
His forecast said
A warming trend
Was due to start today
So I thought
Why wear a coat
When I can catch some rays.
Now it's blowing snow
And bitter cold
Enough to freeze my breath
I guarantee
The Weatherman
A slow and painful death!
He's always wrong
He's never right
He always ruins my plans
If I don't die
A Popsicle
I'll kill the Weatherman!

- G. Laidlaw

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