BEASTLY TALES

THE WEATHER MAN

Stand by for your weather forecast,
We can give it now, even more fast.
Whilst forecasting may have gathered speed,
Accuracy remains a “must work on” need.
On cable T.V. there is the Weather Channel.
Weather is all they do, their work is banal.
Of course we shouldn’t forget the incessant ads.
Telling us repeatedly of latest stupid fads.
The Bureau of Meteorology is the data supplier.
But even with science behind them there is still a mire.
Yes, they continually muddy the weather facts,
Surrounding their forecasts, their prognostic acts.
One can press a red button for various forecast charts.
This is the epitome of modern forecasting arts.
Many of these displays contradict one another.
They’d get a spanking if they had a collective mother,
In fact there’s material there for a new Board Game.
“SPOT THE INCONSISTENCY” would be it’s claim to fame.
In ancient times in days of yore,
If wise-men made pronouncements galore,
They’d better get them mostly right,
Or very soon they’d be out of sight,
Perhaps, even, without their head,
Indubitably, undoubtedly, very dead.

Weather presenters of the present time,
Live charmed lives uncluttered by grime.
It matters not that they are always wrong,
Or that they have presented short or long.
So long as they have their spieler’s gob.
They will always, always have their job.

Whether weather’s good or not.
Seems to depend on an awful lot,
On where so ever it may be true or false,
And which ever way we find that there’s no recourse.
All this requires wherewithal to support,
The Bureau’s finances as they ought.
Whether or not you agree,
It’s undoubtedly time for tea.