This weather is bipolar

I don’t know what to wear;

This weather keeps on changing

It’s gonna snow, I fear

Mr. Snow, don’t you know –

We’ve had enough of you!

We’re tired of salting sidewalks

And of shoveling, we’re through!

We thought the cold was gone,

When suddenly it got hot.

But is winter really over?

I think that it’s not.

The temperature has swung

From eighty degrees to forty;

It’s flipping back and forth –

Every day’s a different story.

One hour it’s hot, the next it’s cold –

Can’t you make up your mind?

You’re confusing all the Democrats,

Global warming’s now unsigned.

This newfangled term,

They call it climate change,

Is supposed to help us understand

Why the weather’s acting strange.

But this weather’s so bipolar,

I think it might need meds

My pharmacist offered Xanax

And told me to go back to bed.

I’m not the one who needs the meds –

It’s the weather that’s confused!

I asked for warm weather, nicely

And sadly, was refused.

I know that this weather change

May be a sign that Moshiach’s on his way

So I guess I shouldn’t complain,

When it flip-flops every day

But last night’s thunderstorm was awful –

Lots of noise it did bring

So, I’m going back to bed now,

Wake me up when it’s really Spring!

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