PREGNANT WEATHER GIRLS

Poetry Potluck

One Shot Wednesday

A cold front? A warm front?

Will it rain or shine?

He can't remember what she said

Cuz she just looks so fine

There's sexy Sue, and Ashley too

Reporting with exuberance

Then one day without warning

WHOAH--a big protuberance!

Now her face is glowing

Smiling oh so brightly

Cuz she's so proud to show the world

What she's been doing nightly

Oy! His curvy fantasy

Has turned into a blob

And now it's plain for all to see

That she's been laying down on the job

The boss was overheard to say

(Only half in jest)

That when she stands in front of the map

Her bulge blots out the whole midwest

Oh, those pregnant weather girls

There's one on every station

Don't get too used to seeing her

She'll soon be on vacation

Now you see her, now you don't

Now filling in--the janitor, STEVE!

But hey folks out there, don't you fret

She'll be back after months of maternity leave

She knows the camera loves her

But so does good ole Ted

And things would be much simpler

If she could just do the weather from bed

Yep, she's gonna have it all

A career and kiddies too

But all those little darlings

Will be raised by a nanny named Cindy Lou