The storm thought it wasn’t passing, through our town

High winds and large waves in the sea, crazy silly clown

First our power left us in a flash, lets get the supplies now

Candles, matches, flashlights and water, we know how

Our nightly supper was marinating in its spicy sauce at will

I guess my hungry stomach said, “It time to light the grill”

The only answer is arson I replied, as the chicken cooked

Fancy yummy tasting food, without power its not overlooked