Mr. Weatherman

O, Mr. Weatherman we pray

     Please pull yourself together,

And give us, if but for a day,

     A steady stretch of weather.

If you are bound to wet us please

     Send it as though you meant it,

Don’t let it drizzle, halt and freeze

     The way you late have sent it.

O, Mr. Weatherman, behold

     The way we shake and shiver;

Today we perish with the cold,

     Tomorrow not a quiver.

O, send two days alike to rout

     Your legendary tether

Can’t you prescribe one week without

     Ten kinds of Boston weather?

Nov. 27, ‘09