Weather Woes

It rained frogs in April, hail in June,
The scarecrow cried and sang a tune.
Lightning struck Pa’s prized new plow,
Now it glows and moos somehow.
Granny yelled, “The wind stole my pants!”
As they flew past church in a frantic dance.
The sun came out with a grudge at dawn,
Melted the fence and cooked the lawn.
Uncle Jeb tried to lasso a twister,
Now he spins at night and blames his sister.
Ma’s umbrella turned into a bat,
Scared the cowboys clean off the flat.
Cousin Lou prayed for a little snow,
Got a blizzard with a mariachi show.
The mule got shocked and spoke in rhyme,
Forecasts now rhyme every time.
So if you farm ‘neath Texas sky,
Pack a coat, a fan, and say goodbye.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on December 3, 2022 by Alan Nafzger