C. T. Suddeth

Hey Mr. Weatherman

I really really want you to know,

I don’t like your doggone snow.

You gave us lots of nasty ice,

I don’t think that was very nice.

And did I mention how I freeze?

And would you stop if I said please?

And about your beastly nasty west wind,

You are no longer my very best friend!

And now you dare send me a blizzard?

You are so very lucky I am not a wizard.

They call this the worst storm of twenty-two,

I better not say precisely what I think of you!

And if you choose some warmth to send my way,

Of you I just might have kinder words to say!

Charles Suddeth 012922