Severe Weather Predictions...

Professedly Plagues Psyche

I do not watch, while
feigning to sip ale,
nor listen to Wail
ling Jennings poor

imitation by prophetic
local aborigines scent
ting ancestor trail,
while plucking their

Sing song ukulele
national anthem (tip towing
thru the dale
lie la of hybrid tulips)

hearty and hale
Climatological headlines,
more like a puffed up
magical dragon exhale

ling nothing boot hot air,
comprising a renown folk song,
and/or futuristic tall tale
that usually pre

dominate every airwave scale
ling the gamut of
every frequency 24/7, rail
ling dire warnings,

and no need prevails,
particularly for those
refusing to evacuate,
and become sitting targets

like quail caught
in the cross hair
for me to know
onset of biblical pro

portioned sized debacles
(since joblessness thy status,
cuz social security disability received),
but more pertinently

dire forecasts rarely manifest
into monster mashing maelstroms
case in point
being this predicted

"three sisters of all hurricanes"
Florence, Light
Ning, and Gale,
found this storm chaser

disappointed, cuz monstrous
banshee's utter deplorable show
ranked as utter dud at least
(in my book), they did fail

to wreak havoc
falling far short
to flatten every tree,
which limb mit

to flash flooding
minor inconvenience
forced every to sail
guy did by those freed from jail.