Rooster Becomes Weatherman
Channel Five was down and beat,
Till Cluck Norris took the heat.
He strutted in with comb held high,
And pecked out forecasts from the sky.
Ma tuned in for daily squawks,
While Pa took notes on chicken walks.
Lou said, “This bird’s more right than radars,”
As storms obeyed his feathered bars.
Granny baked him cornflake pie,
And Cluck predicted rain nearby.
The preacher asked, “Is this divine?”
The rooster crowed at 6:09.
He warned of hail with tail a-flap,
And kicked a map to show the gap.
Now Channel Five’s the rural rage,
With feathered forecasts front and stage.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on June 8, 2022 by Alan Nafzger