- “No School!” shouts the
weatherman,
- With the bright orange tie;
- My ears perk up, why would he
lie?
- No school? We’ll see,
- It’s important to me,
- Weatherman, I hope
you are right.
-
- I watch and I wait,
- With a grin on my face;
- Who knows if it’ll snow?
- Will it snow?
- I don’t know.
- Weatherman, will
you be right?
-
- Now hours have passed,
- With no snow in sight;
- It’s still so cold and so
plain.
- I stare out a lot,
- And think gloomy thoughts.
- Weatherman, I don’t
think you are right.
-
- It’s time for bed?
- Oh no! Not just yet!
- I haven’t seen if it’ll
snow!
- The man said it would,
- It possibly could!
- Ugh, weatherman, are you gonna
be right?
-
- It takes me,
- A long time to sleep;
- Peering out the window so
often.
- How could it not do,
- What he said it would do?
- Weatherman, are you ever
right?
-
- Well . . .
- Now it is morning,
- I jump out of bed;
- Just in time to see the white
stuff.
- I race down to see,
- “No School!” on TV.
- Weatherman, I guess you were
right!
