WHERE? THERE? THAT'S NOT FAIR!
THESE WARNINGS OF WEATHER ARE BEGINNING TO SCARE.
THE HOWLING WIND THE ROOFS IT DOES TEAR.
THE RAIN AND THE COLD ENTWINED WITH THE AIR.
IT'S NOW QUITE TIRING I MUST DECLARE
THE DESTRUCTION AND TREES THAT OF LEAVES THEY'RE STRIPPED BARE.
WHAT'S NEXT A CONCERT? INTRODUCED BY CHER?
TO RAISE THE FUNDS FOR THAT WOMAN CALLED CLARE.
WHO'S WASHING BLEW AWAY AND SHE'S NOTHING TO WEAR.
BUT NOTHING I HAVE IS JUST QUITE AS RARE
AS THE POEM I MADE UP AND THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE. A WEATHER WARNING POEM BY JOHN AGED 43 1/4
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