the meteorologists predictions have been off key
their weather forecasts are proving to be faulty
yesterday they said rain would come in the eve
but none came to wet the back landing eaves

the direction of the wind they got wrong last week
it blew in from the south and was rather bleak
they need to check their wind vanes regularly
for a wind from that direction is so chilly

they've got modern technology at their finger tips
so you'd think with forward forecasts they'd make no slips
but alas meteorologists seem not to care
whether the weather is inclement or fair

instead of relying on their dodgy forecasts
one ducks outside to observe clouds and wind blasts  
a more accurate picture can be seen
by one watching the unfolding weather scene

they've predicted sunny skies for this afternoon
with much anticipation we'll look for its boon
we'll be well astounded if that be the case
so often the meteorologists get the weather misplaced

The Strawberry Sun,
A Perfect Disc In The Early Morning Sky,
The Last Butterfly Mureder The Dusk Before,
As Winter Claws Ripped Through The Fall Barrier,
The Moon's Face Cooled And Drifted Off,
And The Clouds Cupped The Sky In Soft Palms,
Promising November's Grey Hue,
For The Next Day,
As I Run Frost Leaves Proof Of My Path,
The Sun Now Orange,
Green Eyes Slowly Change,
Now As Yellow As The Sun Itself,
Teeth Scrape Against One Another,
As The Conifers Hold Me In Arms Made From,
The Scent Of Pine,
Stripping Skin,
The Purplish Sky Now Grey,
In Novemeber's Hue,
Now I Plead,
My Last Words,
Please Don't Wake Me Up.....