They forecast the storm
Was coming our way
Batten down the hatches
Or you will pay
Check mooring chains
And shut up the boat
Keep the torch by the door
And a waterproof coat
Chainsaw at the ready
In case of falling trees
Avoid the coast road
And mountainous seas
We’re ready tonight
For storm Jude to hit
I think I’ll retire
And sleep for a bit
Well, morning is here
A few leaves spread around
But nothing to fear
No damage is found
But wait, in our garden
Why did I not see
The wind has up-ended
A JCB
But do not despair
Of this terrible ploy
It belongs to my Grandson
It’s his yellow toy!
Jenny Hamon
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