He’s Crazy Stan, the Weather Man,
And he never gets it right.
If Stan predicts a heat wave,
Then bundle up real tight!
If the forcast calls for sunny skies,
Take your umbrella when you go.
You can bet before the day is done,
There’ll be rain or sleet--or snow!
When Stan predicts a blizzard,
That’s the time to run and play outside.
The sun will warm you with its rays,
As on your bike you ride.
The weather is always a big surprise,
Every day and every night--
Cause Crazy Stan, the Weather Man,
He never gets it right.
©2010-Art Belliveau
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2 comments:
You have a serious talent for this soprt of poetry, Art! I'm impressed (and a wee bit jealous)
Thank you for the compliment. I trust your judgment quite a bit. Maybe one day I will collect my children's poems and turn them into a manuscript.
Wouldn't that be cool?
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