OT: 'Twas the Night before Ivan

Jul 30, 2004
Anybody (else) need a laugh?

‘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!”

Feb 3, 2001
Funny :D reminds me of an X-Mas poem I wrote' I'll have to dig it up and post it.

Thanks for the humerous side of Ivan, he left his mark here in NE PA too. :(

But ya still gotta learn to smile :D


Got the Khukuri fevah
May 9, 2002
Excellent, AA:)...too bad it's all to true for ya. Still, a great poem.