I wrote this poem many years ago before these frequent occurrences of Cat 5 hurricanes.
"Tropic Hurricane" - Bahamas AI art
©A. Derek Catalano
Anudder Hurricane Comin’
Anudder hurricane comin,
I can't take no more.
Gatta battin-up ma windas agin,
An' lock-down tight ma door.
In dese crazy las' days,
Anudder hurricane comin,
I can't take no more.
Gatta battin-up ma windas agin,
An' lock-down tight ma door.
In dese crazy las' days,
Hurricanes comin by da score.
Dis' one comin' fas' an’ true,
No matter what I wish.
Back agin to da corner shop,
For water an' tuna-fish.
I need more good plywood,
For dis angry devil in da sky.
But dat greedy lumber man,
Done raise da price sky high.
Need ta full ma car tank,
Wit gas what scarce an’ so dear.
Don't know what for anyhow,
Cause I een drivin' no where.
An da gas line so long,
I feel I could hardly bear.
Dis' one comin' fas' an’ true,
No matter what I wish.
Back agin to da corner shop,
For water an' tuna-fish.
I need more good plywood,
For dis angry devil in da sky.
But dat greedy lumber man,
Done raise da price sky high.
Need ta full ma car tank,
Wit gas what scarce an’ so dear.
Don't know what for anyhow,
Cause I een drivin' no where.
An da gas line so long,
I feel I could hardly bear.
