It’s not supposed to be raining
‘Cos the man on the TV last night
Stood there and pointed to sunshine
And said the day would be lovely and bright
He’s a fibber and I hope he is sorry
For spoiling our plans for the day
For we’d hoped to be sunning ourselves again
And not stuck inside with dismay
I don’t understand clouds that cover the sun
Why can’t it just rain at night?
For on days I am off what it is that I need
Is an accurate forecast that’s right
©Jemverse
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Jul 30, 2015 @ 07:41:17
Despite accusations he’s guessed,
The forecaster’s art has progressed.
The one he compiles
For the great British Isles
On the BBC’s often the best.
And if sometimes they get the thing wrong
There’s no need to make a sing-song
It’s always their wish
To be better than Fish
If a new hurricane comes along
But there’s one thing I don’t understand
Though I’m not saying that it ain’t grand
Is that female presenters
In most weather centres
Become pregnant – d’you reckon that’s planned?
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Jul 30, 2015 @ 07:59:29
Brilliant!
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