Today our team faces the Knights
In a thrilling afternoon match.
The Knights are undefeated
And have never missed a catch.
The sky is blue, the grass is green,
The clouds are fluffy white.
The weather report says “chance of rain”
And I’m praying that it’s right.
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The blue sky was angry,
Perturbed and upset,
But black stormy clouds
The sky could not get.
They had all been reserved
For another date,
So the sky, though enraged,
Just had to wait.
It made gentle breezes
And bright, sunny beams;
Poor substitutes
For the sky’s mental screams.
Now very impatient,
Worn out and bereft,
All weather was halted
When the sky up and left.
Today it is rainy,
But I beg you, don’t cry:
It’s just the temp work
Of a substitute sky.
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The wind howled,
The full moon scowled,
And the coyote sang alone.
Then the rain sang too,
And the wind chimed in,
And, once again, the full moon shone.
Sometimes when life is black
All you are missing
Is some singing when it’s rainy.
It’s a pity that
This is a just a metaphor,
But the idea is tastefully zany.
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