Weather Forecast

Poem By Pete Crowther

The weather girl
Is a priceless pearl.
Chic and smart,
She has the art
Of making weather
However bloody—
A pleasure to study.

Comments about Weather Forecast

The weather men do that to me too! Sincerely Ernestine
Would that she know th' difference between rain and snow. If you really want to know, Best you look out the window.

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