Ode to the weather

One day a storm came rolling in
and chose the Navy Yard
He said, “I think I’ll sit right here,
and drop some rain real hard.”

He did not know that on that day
the True Foes had a game.
They cursed the wet and wind and mud;
declared the weather lame.

The storm, he liked their spirit!
He was not disconcerted.
But whenever he would watch them play
the field remained deserted.

Dear gray clouds and rainy drops,
we welcome your support.
But if you come, we cannot play.
Would you please be a sport?

Just peep our weekly schedule
and please rain some other day.
I promise we’ll be grateful
and our very best we’ll play.

We have a game on Thursday
and the weather’s looking shit.
Please keep your fuckin’ distance
so I can get a hit!