100 Acre Personality Quiz

29 August 2006

Ode to Ernesto

Ernesto, Ernesto - you are a big ol' Pesto
Why are you bothering my state?
People are scared and going insane,
Bilions of people in the check out lane.
Water and batteries flying out the store,
We have a bunch but we could always use more.

Ernesto, Ernesto - you pathetic little Pesto.
You couldn't keep it together over the Cuban mountains,
Throwing less water than the playground fountains.
Just take a sharp right and head out of sight.
I have run out of rhyme, at this particular time,
but that is okay because you aren't even a true hurricane.

A pathetic poem for a pathetic storm.
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P88hBear said...

It's when those moments of sleeplessness coupled with Nyquil for colds really pay off!

BettyMac said...

I love you!!! You just always seem to brighten my day :o)