It was cold and rainy in San Clemente,
Coaching my first born, my Kunta Kinte.
Would we play little league in this tsunami?
I did not know, I am no swami.
With our furry portie,
a cute dog named Cubbie,
by the lonely palm tree
peeing like a banshee.
There too, brother Fozzie,
also a wavy portie,
dreaming of life at sea
eating kibble and a cookie.
Lovely bride Stephie
chatting with the paparazzi,
supporting her family
sipping a cool chianti.
And my darling daughter Jilly,
playing by the rhododendron.
Who's making this weather so silly,
ocelot's with a magnutron?
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