Weathermen
I put no store in weathermen
and neither does the weather;
for what ever is predicted
by the weather is contradicted.
I’ve now reached the conclusion
weathermen are trackers of illusion.
So to nature’s truth I now belong
for whatever the weather, it’s whether
the forecast will be right or wrong.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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