Oh no! It’s near Halloween,
And out in the Gulf,
Who do I see?
Swirling there, gaining strength?
Causing the sea to churn, creating an orchestra of storms?
Irony, or coincidence?
Michael coming in October,
On the eve of an election.
Although not Yet Halloween;
He may be the end of poor Florida.
Michael, what do you have in store?
Will you careen, and head for the bowl,
Of ol’ New Orleans?
Will you sink Tampa into the ocean?
Time will tell, for now Know I see you,
I will do my best, and if I am in your predicted path;
Unlike those teens, I will run and scream!
I will head to the North, and hide in the mountains,
Goodbye Monsieur Michael!
-Thanks for reading.