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Anybody (else) need a laugh?
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Twas the Night before Ivan
Twas the Night before Ivan
and it really did suck
it seemed that our town
was just shite-out-of-luck
So the plywood we nailed
to the windows with care
knowing a hurricane
soon would be there
The children were ready
with flashlights in hand
while wind bands & tornados
covered the land
Mamma had her Mag-Lite
and I, to my sorrow
had just filled the bath tub
for flushing tomorrow
When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the safe room
to see what was the matter
The trees on the fence
and the neighbors roof, torn
gave us real fear of dying
in this gosh-awful storm
With a sharp little gust
so vicious and quick
I remembered quite clearly
our walls were not brick
More rapid than eagles
his coursers they came
Ivan whistled, and wafted,
and surged all the same
In the panhandle of Florida
he continued to maul,
screaming Blow away!
Blow away! Blow away, all!
As the wind ripped and tossed
the debris through the sky,
I peeked through the plywood
at the cars floating by
And then, in a twinkling,
I heard on the set-
the end was not coming
for six hours yet!
As I calmed down the kids
and was turning around
through the window it came
with a huge, crashing sound
A pine tree it was
once sixty feet tall
had invited itself
to stay with us all
The wind how it howled!
The storm mighty scary!
Myself and my family
were all too unwary
The dangers of hurricanes
are deadly, you know
and are taken for granted
as Ivan did show
So I ran to our car
gave the family a whistle
and away we all flew
like a Tomahawk missle
You could hear us exclaim
as we drove out of sight,
The heck with this place-
Reno seems right!
AA
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Twas the Night before Ivan
Twas the Night before Ivan
and it really did suck
it seemed that our town
was just shite-out-of-luck
So the plywood we nailed
to the windows with care
knowing a hurricane
soon would be there
The children were ready
with flashlights in hand
while wind bands & tornados
covered the land
Mamma had her Mag-Lite
and I, to my sorrow
had just filled the bath tub
for flushing tomorrow
When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the safe room
to see what was the matter
The trees on the fence
and the neighbors roof, torn
gave us real fear of dying
in this gosh-awful storm
With a sharp little gust
so vicious and quick
I remembered quite clearly
our walls were not brick
More rapid than eagles
his coursers they came
Ivan whistled, and wafted,
and surged all the same
In the panhandle of Florida
he continued to maul,
screaming Blow away!
Blow away! Blow away, all!
As the wind ripped and tossed
the debris through the sky,
I peeked through the plywood
at the cars floating by
And then, in a twinkling,
I heard on the set-
the end was not coming
for six hours yet!
As I calmed down the kids
and was turning around
through the window it came
with a huge, crashing sound
A pine tree it was
once sixty feet tall
had invited itself
to stay with us all
The wind how it howled!
The storm mighty scary!
Myself and my family
were all too unwary
The dangers of hurricanes
are deadly, you know
and are taken for granted
as Ivan did show
So I ran to our car
gave the family a whistle
and away we all flew
like a Tomahawk missle
You could hear us exclaim
as we drove out of sight,
The heck with this place-
Reno seems right!
AA
reminds me of an X-Mas poem I wrote' I'll have to dig it up and post it.
...too bad it's all to true for ya. Still, a great poem.