Poem -
When the Weatherman is right ⛄️
I know that I really shouldn’t wish my life away, but snowflakes are subtly falling from the early morning sky and it looks like it is in for the entire day..
And I was listening when the weatherman said it could be white everywhere as I fretted with a frown..
After the ten o’clock news as I was sat all ready for slumberland in my dressing gown..
Well Mr. Weatherman you were spot on with your prophesy, and I hate the white stuff so for me this is such an atrocity..
Never mind let us get it over at least the little ones will be happy..then this wintertime weather will say it’s farewells when we will welcome the springtime with a cheerful clappy...
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wonderful poem
Thank you Greg as always for your kindness ❤️❤️❤️
Your poem says it all Jill and coldie coldie custards so and bring on Springtime, the sooner the better.
And after reading your poem I'm off to turn the central heating up!
Thanks for sharing and five stars and an ouchy pin for nothing less.
Teehee ay get that meter whizzin around tis baltic 🤣🤣⛄️❤️💙❤️