Weather Poem

To be sung to the tune of “It’s Raining, It’s Pouring, The Old Man is Snoring”…

It’s grey out,

It’s pouring,

This weather’s getting boring.

If this won’t stop,

We’ll make a hop,

And move to California.

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About mallorylayne

midlife mom seeking meaning for the rest of her life.
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