I wish I were a weather girl
working on the telly.
I'd smile and say the clouds today
will taste like lemon jelly.
I'd pout and preen
and toss my head,
and butter sunshine
on your bread.
I'd banish drizzle
With a swivel
of my perfect hips.
Lips
of strawberry,
skin of cream,
I'd brighten up the dullest screen.
My dresses chosen with great care,
to cling
to all my bits.
I'm on display
Hip hip hooray!
I'm bound to be a hit.
Carol does it very well,
she's lovely I'll admit.
But if I got her morning slot,
I'd wear a hat
of honey bees
and chase away
the sexy Scot.
I wish I were a weather girl,
working on the telly.
I'd smile and say the clouds today
will taste like lemon jelly.
Love it, very light hearted and uplifting :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherrie. It was just one of those afternoons! I even got a tweet from Carol Kirkwood, which made it extra special!
ReplyDeleteBeen sipping the sherry, Bev? I love lemon jelly...but getting rid of the sexy Scot? No! Keep the sexy Scot. Keep several of them. A Scot for sunny. A Scot for cloudy. A Scot for a chance of rain!
ReplyDeleteSounds as though you've been on the juice as well! How many Scots do you actually need!! Sherry is for interviews (it's another funny story).
DeleteHaha, Bev. Very good! I'd like weather like that as well as a weather girl to match!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it Val. We seem to have the same sense of humour:)
DeleteI do love a funny poem :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Pinky!
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