Short Forecasters Poems
Short Forecasters Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Forecasters by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Forecasters by length and keyword.
I won't mention one by name
But I wish they'd forecast some rain
A shower or two
or better, a few
This dought's now causing some pain
Seems like we got dumped on today
Between 20 and 30 cm forecasters say
Had it easy so far
Blessed our lucky stars
Welcome to spring bright sun every day
The middle of summer, cooler than usual
It's global warming, but sure ain't provable
No 90s yet
Not likely I'll bet
Methinks these forecasters are quite delusional
Forecasters say we're getting snow, yukky poo
It's only November these guys belong in a zoo
We ain't ready yet
We're really upset
Will dock their pay and some beatings might ensue
King Sol is stealing all my energy.
There’s no relief in sight, forecasters say.
Come, clouds, with brief relief; this is my plea.
While summer lovers bask in heat each day,
I’ll dream of fall and trust in my AC.
Forecasters say we're getting snow, yukky poo
It's only mid-October these guys belong in a zoo
We ain't ready yet
We're really upset
Will dock their pay and some beatings will ensue
© Jack Ellison 2015
Forecasters are predicting the mildest winter yet
Won't hear ME complaining, on that you can bet
Much milder for sure
More snow which is poor
But after eighty long years, I surely won't fret
© Jack Ellison 2015
At the best of times, weather is unpredictable chaos
But forecasters continue to draw a salary for their efforts alas
Do they feel guilty
They must feed the kitty
So please don't condemn these fellows and try not to harass
torontos fifties torrent
hurricane hazed-all
and...
the city's redesign
was to protect all
however...
forecasters know time as
an unpredict-table at tea
and...
now torontos time be
as some city on a sea
stan sand
The forecasters are predicting near 60 degrees
On Christmas day here in the land of the freeze
Things are all messed up
What's going on, I know not what
A mere blip, imagine how confused are the trees
© Jack Ellison 2015
First weekend of the summer when they're calling for no rain
It's almost August, the forecasters it must find it quite a strain
Hearing all the grumblings
Someone's been fumbling
Trusted with the forecast, have they been smoking up again???
The Sun ruling the regions,
A set of Pigeons-
Resting on my mango tree,
Investing time,two,three,
On wings fast like a Jet,Pigeons,
Before my eyes opening,
Leaving surprise at me,
Dark clouds came soon,
It rained and rained without telling noon!
A Northeaster is coming on Friday
The forecasters say it will “Bomb Out”
They have these new words they use
So, should I pout or should I shout?
I will prepare for a winter snow storm
As we call it, like the blizzards in the past
Knowing heavy wet snow is on the way
Hoping Mother Nature’s brew, will pass by fast
Heidi Sands
12/30/18
The snow keeps falling, it doesn’t want to stop
Covering the trees from bottom to top
A blanket of beauty, but the roads are a risk
Not great for driving in the air so brisk
Shoveling is tiring, as the snow lands fast
But, great fun for kids who want to have a blast
The snow keeps falling, forecasters were wrong
Will it be the same Wednesday with next storm to come along?
Heidi Sands
1/23/23
At last, the breeze is cool enough
To garner some respect,
Though it's not here for very long,
The forecasters suspect.
Another heat wave's on its way
'Cause from what I recall,
This very often happens
As the summer turns to fall.
I so enjoy this little taste
Of cool; what a relief!
The heat has skulked away
Without a word, just like a thief.
But just as thieves will strike again,
Especially when dared,
We must remember summer's
Still around, and be prepared.