Just giving you the nod
that something odd
will be happening
in four minutes time –
and not only that;
but, a dodgy rhyme at best.
Will you be able to withstand the test?
How will you prepare?
Take cover in your Pamela Anderson shelter;
or go underground with a jar of jam?
I am, it has been said,
the bringer of bad news (and poetry)
and, if I run to form,
the bad poem that is imminently arriving
will adhere to the norm.
Oh, by the way,
there was a four minute delay
on the warning for this tripe –
I should have said before;
but, sorry, I am the forgetful type.
You have been warned!