Good Night Irene

The folks who name the hurricanes Have scrapped the name Irene. It seems a rather drastic step, But really, it’s routine. When hurricanes wreak havoc And a lot of lives are lost, The name’s removed forevermore Because a line’s been crossed. It’s happened many times before For it just seems much kinder To choose a brand new handle That won’t be a sad reminder. So next time in the alphabet When they are up to “I,” The namers of the hurricanes Think “Irma” rates a try. A name that’s linked with evil Often vanishes from view – Baby Adolph wouldn’t even get A decent cootchie coo!