A Weather Report
You said, “The sky out here is blue, the temperature is warm.
But where you live I hear you have a major winter storm.
“Out here in California the weather is perfection.
The Midwest winter justifies a mass westward defection.”
“It’s not so bad,” I feebly say. “The snow’s a lovely sight.”
“We sit outside,” is your reply, “and bask in warm sunlight.”
Well, that was Sunday. Monday brought word of your big earthquake.
And I decided I preferred to shiver than to shake.
I will not heed your “sympathy,” your condescending murmur.
‘Tis better to have cold and snow, and live where Terra’s firmer!