There once was a big storm name Fay

Wet and wild

We willed her away

Then Gustav an impestuous gent

Came calling with fierce tropic threats

Behind him hid sneaky old Hannah

Sweeping  coasts

not far from Savannah

But the scariest of all was Ike

Threatening for days with his strike

Josephine, all tropically depressed

Would do us well to keep moving west 

To the Bahamas, Cuba and Haiti,

We're sorry these storms were no ladies

In deference to Gore we're all pondering

How this couldn't be part of the warming

Of the globe that we cherish so dearly

How the powers that be can't think clearly

So, reporting from the beaches Atlantic

We're tired of Septembers so franctic!

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