A Strange Barometer

There is rarely a day

in the heat of L.A.

when Manny can

show out his style.

He’s been known to pout,

and dance about

while awaiting the weather’s wiles.

But once he discovers

the chance for cloud cover

Manny can hardly contain,

the excitement that grows,

between chin and toes

as he pulls out his costume again:

A trench coat as black,

as his fedora hat

with stockings

and wing-tips to match.

Taken together

the cotton and leather

and bare knees

all make a strange batch.

So I’ll give you a tip,

never let your guard slip

as innocents are easily fooled.

If Manny asks whether

you’re liking the weather

then you are about to be tooled.

So Quick! Close your eyes!

Turn your head to the side…

you can’t say you haven’t been warned!

If the weather gets crazy,

and L.A. turns hazy,

the rains’ only half of the storm!