Global warming; phooey

The morning breaks it’s dull and grey
another wretched winter’s day.
There’s some mistake the month is May.
It’s not a day I have to say
to rise up smiling from your bed
far better stay and sleep instead
Enjoy the dreams which fill your head.
There’s little more that can be said.
Perhaps tomorrow will be bright
I will awake to bright sunlight
and greet the new day with delight.
The weather man has got it right.
But then again he might not do
another day for feeling blue.

28-May-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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