Thursday, September 11, 2008
A Hurricane Poem
Ike, Ike, you are a big bad storm,
You're getting stronger where the water is warm.
You will slam into Texas the weathermen say,
But why does Texas have to be in the way?
We did not hurt you or call you bad names
We didn't tell you not to play in our games
Did someone say you couldn't ride her bike?
We have done NOTHING to hurt you Mr. Ike!
So why are you coming knocking at our door?
Why can't you stay far away from the shore?
We don't want you hear, you very bad boy.
You'll flood our streets and take our joy.
I cannot, I will not say that you I like,
I cannot do that you see Mr. Ike?
So go away and play with your friends at sea,
And stay FAR FAR away from ME!
Posted by Chef Mama Lori at 1:28 AM