Dear Mother Nature,
Please give us a pass
Hand over a break
For my tired ass
Don’t flood my place
And knock more trees down
For each day of this forecast
I’m wearing a frown.
If all those great days
Must come at this price
I think nice weekends
Would probably suffice
Let your tears flow evenly
We really don’t mind
To hold back and dump on us
Just isn’t kind
Perhaps the model’s wrong
And we’ll be in luck
If it’s right dear lady
Well then you really suck.
Thought I’d jump on that one, didn’t you?