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 *******
those ****** weathermen
are truly one off the wrist

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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