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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