The Weather Don'T Ask Me

THE WEATHER? DON’T ASK ME There won’t be a cloud in the sky today, But don’t get too complacent. The weather’s coming from the north And storm clouds are adjacent. My job used to be simple, The seasons were well defined. But, due to global warming, I’m feeling undermined. Why, with November upon us, Are the leaves still attached to the trees? What’s happened to Crosby’s White Christmas, Now the temperature’s twenty degrees? I went to the beach, back in August, Prepared to sun bathe for the day. I hired a deckchair and a sunshade But a hurricane blew them away. We are using too many fossil fuels. The ozone layer’s parting. While every day, across the world, Ten billion cows are farting. So, if you want a forecast Of what the weather will do, It’s really no good asking me. I’m afraid I haven’t a clue. 31st March 2022 You're a Weather Forecaster poetry contest Sponsor - Matt Calari