Jots and Tittles and other Random Things

Weather or not...

I wish the weather would just make up its mind;
It's cold then hot, and cold again.
Jackets and blankets, no -tanks and shorts?
Seasons seem to be only suggestions.

I chatter, I sweat, on and on it goes!
I'm about to give up figuring it out.
I feel sorry for meteorologists,
Everything is an opinion it seems.

Climate change, the world's gonna end -
What are you going to do?
I have only one wish at the end,
Is to know what to be buried in

LC - 12

Written for the Humorous Poetry Contest, special round

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