The cheerful bastard's here again,
telling us it's going to rain.
Even if it's going to snow,
he's smiling as he tells us so.
No matter what the freakin' weather,
his manner's airy as a feather.
Winter, Summer, Spring or Fall,
he has one mood to suit them all.
He really gets right up my nose,
with his cheerful artificial pose!
A contest entry
- How's the Weather? by Judith Chandler.
625 points, ended June 29, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Nicely done, Bill. Well deserved trophy. Let's get the weathermen back in dinnerjackets, with a proper demeanour! Best wishes. K.
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This is funny as well as being true. A clever write. Wonder how this cheerful guy would react to tornado.
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Cheers,
Bill
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This is a nice light read with a bit of humourwoven into the lines. How true it is, anywhere.
The part I like best:
'He really gets right up my nose,
with his cheerful artificial pose!'
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Whit REALLY gets up ma nose is the wey the forecast aye stairts in the bloody South East of Englan'.
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I always get a secret feeling of glee when they are wrong. This made me smile...
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Aye, a bonny day to come! I wish at this point to refer you to one of my previous works:
A Brief Treatise and Dissertation on the Scottish Climate
Since man became an upright primate
He's always talked about the climate
(And woman too, don't feel left out !)
It gives us lots to talk about
I don't know if this verse applies
To other lands, with other skies
But in this place, one tends to say
Four little words: "A no' bad day?"
(The question mark is understood
But I've supplied it, as I should,)
For then, one looks up at the sky
Gives a brief cough, and answers: "Aye?"
(That question mark is there again
It shows that one's expecting rain...)
Cheers, Bill. Ignore the bastard! Whit dis he ken?
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