Sunday, April 25, 2004

Ode to a Weather Man (and an apology for breaking his heart)

Perfect suit, perfect hair,
You tell me of the weather
With such flair.
Cold fronts in, pressure high,
A storm system may be
Drawing nigh.
No matter what storms may come our way,
You're always on air
Day by day.
Oh Bobby, my love, forgive me for leaving
You weeping, sobbing, bereft,
Bereaving.
I promise one day to quench your heart's yearn.
I'll show up at your studio.
Channel 12 New Bern.
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