The Weatherman Predicted
The weatherman predicted
That today would reach a high
Of eighty-five degrees; I never
Thought that he would lie.
I didn’t take a jacket and
My sockless feet are bare.
I’m shivering and I would bet
He doesn’t even care.
He’s sitting in a studio
But if he stepped outside,
He’d realize that his error
Simply cannot be denied.
It serves me right, I guess, because
I acted like a fool.
Preparedness, I learned in scouting,
Is the golden rule.
Tomorrow I’ll be sure to have
A jacket, just in case
The forecast once again turns out
Amazingly off base!
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