Warning Warning
Oh! Me.
Oh! My.
It's a hurricane
With no aim
Who has been given a name
Which may seem plain.
Massive turning white clouds with
One eye
Going high
In To the sky
Makes it quite clear this is no game
For this is natures fury at its command.
Our nerves are under a strain
As we wait to see where you will come
On to land.
How much water will you drain?
How high will the water surge be as you
Bring rain
And
Forceful winds that sound like a fast
Moving train.
Your claim
To fame
Is sad for you see for us to remember
Your name
You have to do more damage and pain
Than the previous hurricanes.
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