They say it may snow tomorrow, they say.
Tomorrow, they say, it may snow.
And whether or not
they're right about that,
I really can't claim to know.
It sure was wet on Saturday last,
o, but they said it would be fair!
And Tim with a cane
had to run in the rain
(on account he'd taken my dare).
They can't stand fog: it gives them a chill,
and chills, they say, bring on flu.
When the weather is wet
then they all place bets
on how our heater will do.
But summer days when the weather is fine
the humidity swells their feet.
So they fan and talk
and don't take me on walks
because they can't stand the heat!
They say it may snow tomorrow, they say.
Tomorrow, they say, it may snow.
But whether or not
they're right about that,
I really can't claim to know.
Woah. . .I really like that poem. It really feels as if it all applies to my life right now too. . .spooky.
Posted by: Yemen at January 21, 2007 09:28 PMIt snowed today, regardless of them.
Posted by: funke at January 21, 2007 11:07 PMno snow yet, where i am. (i think i had better go run around the city and look for it.
just in case.
glad you could pull something spooky out of such a happy little poem, yemen. (i love it when that happens!)
Posted by: bob at January 22, 2007 06:07 AMYeah. In fact, it applies so much, I am now going to steal it and post it on my blog. :-D hope you don't mind. . .
Posted by: Yemen at January 22, 2007 11:47 PMI like it too... it reminds me a little bit of Robert Frost and a little bit of Shel Silverstein. Both of whom are poets that I really like.
Posted by: Evan at January 23, 2007 06:10 PMI also like it. It reminds me of Shel Silverstein, but not really Robert Frost. He's too serious, I think, to have written it. But I like all three of them.
Posted by: the other Evan at January 23, 2007 08:00 PMEgad. It reminds me of ME!
Posted by: bob at January 30, 2007 08:44 AMAnd just so everyone knows, it HAS snowed. Tuesday and Thursday of this week. It was great.
Posted by: bob at February 10, 2007 01:08 AM