Source: (AP Photo/Gene J. Puskar)
by Romeo
Dear Mr. Groundhog
I just don’t get you
A once a year job (usually botched)
I mean, seriously, dude?
Everyone makes a big deal
About your portly shadow
Even my staff, normally composed
Begs you for no more snow
You’re all over the news
This morning you are big
This afternoon you’re back to sleeping
How’d you score this gig?
It seems silly to me
To put so much weight
On the word of a rodent
Who lives for one date
But, what do I care?
I have nothing to fear
Six more weeks or early spring
Every day is Romeo Day here!
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He does have a sweet gig, but so does my cat, Earl Gray, who is blocking my screen as I type this with one hand.
dat hog haz a sweet gig but not az sweet az urs Romeo.