Monday, January 18, 2016

El nino

El Niño

Your phone beeps
At midnight;
TORNADO watch/warning
Your area!
For the next 8 hours
The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away.

Sunshine, lolly-pops
And rainbows.
Raindrops tap-dancing
On a metal roof.
Storm clouds gather
Over the gulf;
El Niño coming for
breakfast.

Thunder, thunder, thunderation
It'The devil's incarnation.
His balls, made of brass,
Lightening shoots out his ass.

Close the windows
Pull the shades
Do not venture out-of-doors.
If in a trailer you reside
There's no safe place
For you to hide.

Hear the train acomin'
Roaring round the bend,
Twisting, turning, thrummin'
Warning off the end.


2 Comments:

Blogger Robyn Lee said...

Oh yes, El Nino rocks up down our way, too with cyclones, tornadoes and other uncivilised behaviour.

6:59 PM  
Blogger Tara Coady said...

Beautiful poem. Lucky you, being in the South now.

3:39 PM  

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