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!
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