My hobby centers on the weather,
So count on me to tell you whether
Tomorrow will be foul or fair,
And just what weight of underwear
To don should you be feeling frisky,
Or if picnicing would be risky.
I often gauge the depth of snow
And Just which way the wind will blow
A day ahead. But let’s admit it:
I miss as often as I hit it.
by Ray Romine Saturday, December 16, 1950
