Yesterday was summer but it’s now gone back to spring,

With just a hint of winter as it has a final fling;

The weather’s topsy-turvy, no one knows what’s coming next,

All the TV weathermen are baffled and perplexed.

 

They show us all their graphics, with those charming little signs,

And wave their arms and smile at us while trotting out their lines.

They talk about the weather fronts but don’t know where they’ll go,

And tell us that it’s changeable, there even could be snow.

 

They may as well use pine cones, or yet seaweed to divine

The chances of it raining, or infer the sun will shine.

I’ve given up believing anything they have to say,

And just look out the window to see what it’s like today.