|floundah||04:34 pm - In honour of the Esteemed Irene|
I hereby bring you the French Toast Alert System, as well as a poem by my friend Felicity G.:
Hurricane '11 -
'Twas the Morn before Irene,
And all through the trees,
Not a current was moving,
Not even a breeze.
The residents packed
Their balc'nies with haste,
In hopes that damn Irene
Would have less to make waste....
And the cat doesn't give a f---.*
* text modified to suit delicate ears.
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