Packing in behind that low
Showers bubbling - pretty beefy
Many, right from the word, `Go.'
Morning mists burned off by sunlight
Lingering on some north sea coasts..."
Nothing ever forged a forecast
Like the poetry of its hosts
Penny Tranter, Ian McCaskill
Kettley, Bacon, Giles and Lloyd
Temperatures quite academic
Lest the public be annoyed
Forecasts for less sheltered areas;
Cast no clout/don thermal vest
How they miss magnetic rainclouds
And the voice of Laurie West
Michael Fish, yet unforgiven
Garish tie, flamboyant jacket
Smarting still from 'eighty-seven
When the soft south caught a packet
Tossing coins,the luckier Met men
Watch the spinning weathercocks
Suzanne Charlton, short of inches
Alan Ladd-like, mounts the box...
"Pretty chilly in that gale, with
Gusts of up to forty-five
Edging up to double figures
When those lighter winds arrive...
Then tomorrow, clearing slowly
Giving broken sunshine to
Many west and central areas
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