The Weather Report

[boogieshoes]

(with apologies to WE Henley, and Invictus)


Out of the rain that stifles me,
       Deep as the seas from pole to pole,
I fear the octopedal Ghods may be
       After my mischievous soul.

In the fell clutch of tentacles,
       I have been squeezed until I broke.
Under the nipping of their beaks
      My head is a bloody, open yolk.

Beyond this place of water wide
      Looms but the Shadow of the Land.
And ah! - the swirling of the tide
       Finds me near the Kentucky strand!

It matters not how crazed the gleam,
       How loud the thunder rolls,
I steer my Yellow Submarine
      That keeps me dry and droll.



-bs, sneezing