The mist of some Autumn days, make's me rather recumbent
no way do I rise on a grey morose day liken to this icky sticky day
it does my lungs not any favours and I choke on it's moist cloak
and if I go out with an umbrella matter not, my clothes get truly soaked
Let's see the forecast again for tomorrow
maybe a Mack I will ask a friend to borrow
but they are not like me, up at the crack of dawn
so I go back to bed as I stretch and yawn
Forecast low cloud and mist again
they must must be taking the ****
those ****** weathermen
are truly one off the wrist
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
The mist of some Autumn days, make's me rather recumbent
no way do I rise on a grey morose day liken to this icky sticky day
it does my lungs not any favours and I choke on it's moist cloak
and if I go out with an umbrella matter not, my clothes get truly soaked
Let's see the forecast again for tomorrow
maybe a Mack I will ask a friend to borrow
but they are not like me, up at the crack of dawn
so I go back to bed as I stretch and yawn
Forecast low cloud and mist again
they must must be taking the ****
those ****** weathermen
are truly one off the wrist
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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