Pete, the prognosticating groundhog, returns again
You who live in Punxsatawney
With toothy grin and color tawny,
Now you will prognosticate
If winter will remain till late.
Whether or not you see your shadow
May not be news on Rachel Maddow,
But those who have endured the cold
Hope you don’t, if truth be told.
Cause if you do it’s six more weeks
Of snow and cold and frozen creeks.
And if you don’t you’ll stay outside,
And spring will come (!), you bushy guide.
You hold the future in your paws
Not sanctified like Santa Claus,
But it's much better, really, true
To have a day named after you.
A movie, too, that kept us seated
With 24 hours, ever repeated.
(You were the title, but not the star,
Andie and Bill together are.)
Despite a globe that’s warming fast,
This winter’s been a frozen blast.
But hip hooray! You weren't a creep!
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Rated with hugs
Lezlie
Ohm, Shanti, Peace !
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Don't nobody worry 'bout me
- Thanks, Kenny Loggins
Love your lighter-than-bacon poem, Lea.