Mother McCree!
Put the chicken in the coop
Tie up the old cow
And get the horses in the barn
There's gonna be a storm
It was telt to me
And while I'm boarding winders ma
You hunker the kids
In the cellar
We can't miss a trick
Or we'll likely be blown down valley
Spread all over this here county
So let's just keep our heads down
Like we done before
And sit and wait for what's in store
We'll be all right you'll see
Cause that's the kind of hairpins
That we be
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Storm Henri is on it's way and they are making SUCH a fuss y'all.............
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Standing ovation here Lorna. 👏 I could even hear Dylan singing this in my head. And I think he'd love it too. 👍
Love your fave AP - thanks..........
Oh lordy - love the vernacular, Lorna. Are You hunkered down OK? Roof bolted to mainframe?
Great words Lorna, all will be safe.
Andy
Good write Lorna.
😁 I know your poetic family prepping for the storm. 👍 Great poem!
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