Frantic Forecaster Fay

Foxy Frisky Feline Forecaster Frantic Fay
Wished good weather would come their way
Saying stiff swishy, sadly serious storms will stay.
She was booed out of the newsroom and far away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Hankins Avatar
May 7, 2022 at 12:18 PM
We always have to keep in mind that the forecaster does not MAKE the weather...he/she only tells us what the signs say. And, the signs can change precipitously.
Krutsinger Avatar
May 8, 2022 at 7:24 AM
I love it when people hold grudges against the weather forecasters. Hilarious!
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