HURRICANE

                 A hurricane is bearing down on us
                 As threatening as a loaded blunderbuss,
                 And though, just now, there’re only scattered showers,
                 A heavy surge may clobber us in hours.
                 There’s little we can do but batten down,
                 Be sure our doors and windows are secure,
                 And pray for little creatures who might drown.
                 Most businesses are closed, the gas lines long
                 At the convenience stores where worried folk
                 Scouring the depleted shelves now throng—
                 For lack of bottled water, picking Coke—
                      And now, as you can hear, my rhyme’s amiss,
                      Which shows I’m being rattled by all this.

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