Hurricane Arthur

(To the Brady Bunch tune. Sorry if you’re in the path. We potentially are and I like to joke when I’m nervous) I hope all of you stay safe.
Here’s the story
Of a storm named Arthur
Who was blowing wind at all the outer banks
Winds clocking just at
Ninety miles an hour
Waves exceeding twenty feet

It’s the story
Of a celebration
And fire works on the fourth of July
Waiting there
Anticipating
Will Arthur spoil their fun

Till today and a forced evacuation
And they knew that it was much more than a hunch
That Arthur had just spoiled their vacations
That’s the way they all became the Arthur bunch

The Arthur bunch, the Arthur bunch
Cramming inland hotels are the Arthur bunch