THE FUNNEL CLOUD DISASTER POEM

Nature was roaring big and loud,

Then I spied the funnel cloud,

It swept away the stadium crowd

With human persons, it was well endowed,

I turned and ran; I was not proud.

I NAILED TWO BOARDS TOGETHER

I nailed two boards together, but methinks those boards I should have screwed,

I did not have screws or a screwdriver, so I hammered and nailed, so crude,

Now the weather is getting bad,

My boards are loosening, so sad,

Soon my shack will blow away, and to the weather gods, I'll be nude.