On the TV, my beautiful weather girl, I see you in the morning like a dream; Climatic changes, on your maps, unfurled; And spread now before me - your beauty seems Unfinished now - so has your lover returned? Your secrets in the morning scarce revealed. Now I see you hot, in your push-up bra;- Though I can only love you from afar.
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I will look again with new eyes to my weather man tonight
enjoyed light hearted poem
coz she dressed up very plain
and not the as you say ...ha ha ha
but it's was poetic