Heavy rain,
Wind blowin’ the vane,
Thickening clouds,
Thunderstorms rolling through like a train…
When the clouds do shoot you the bird,
You know its time to stay in to drop a turd,
Its time to bring in the herd,
And get yourself absolutely blurred…
I mean what else is there to do,
If they bring in the herd, can’t then go to the zoo,
Gonna sit here and eat honey with a guy named pooh,
Till we can say to this weather later a fond adieu…
© ed J 10/27/07
Ron
Regis
Kathy
Love sTinky
Walt
Mean old clouds fer sure..
You know its time to stay in to drop a turd,
Poor Poor Rufuz! At least open the windows so he can breathe!
And I sent that cloud your way, because someone forgot to pay his dear brother the five bucks he owes him on the Cleveland Indian bet.
Wait 'til you see what shows up on your doorstep on Halloween Night!!
Georg
Young one loves his too.
Ta to YOU both
Love Ch'erie
love it!
Susan
You blamin' the StormSpinner for the bad weather? I didn't dood it!
I've never seen the clouds do that in Tornado Alley. At least, not yet: if I do, I'm a-running!! Stay in, stay dry, and stay safe. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry
Love,
annie