They say that in Seattle snot
runs out of noses quite a lot.
The weather is, well rather shitty
which, in a way, may be a pity.
There is a creature which has got
a claim. A poet he is not.
And all the sucking up to others
still means that only stupid mothers
could ever say a thing of praise
to poetry of such malaise.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/climate-does-it/