The forecaster’s mendacious
There’ll be no storm tonight;
Although he’s oft loquacious
He is seldom ever right

Those folk seem quite audacious
With their doggy on the sand
But the waves become minacious
As they fast approach the land

It’s hard to be vivacious
In the wind that’s blowing in
All gusty and ungracious
And it makes a fearful din

The sea, it seems vexatious
At the turning of the tide
And my appetite voracious
Must soon be satisfied

Now, dare I be audacious
And suggest we sally forth?
I think it efficacious
That we turn and head due north!

I wrote this in response to Kreative Kue 194, issued on this site earlier this week. Feel free to join in; just follow the link.


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