Our House!

Thursday Prompt for August 20, 2020
Prompt Theme: 365 word challenge with some comedy

As a Kid, I lived in the Midwest. Where the sky breathed, cumulonimbus clouds boiled, twisted and gyrate up and beyond the Stratosphere. Particularly in Spring. One of my earliest memories was being awakened on a May evening and rushed to the next door neighbor's house, which had a full basement. A tornado had been sighted in the lighting strobed blackness. It missed our section of town and the only damage was done to a corn field.  

Yet, I've borne eyewitness to just two tornados in my life. What was is it like growing up in Tornado Alley? Never a dull moment, like the music Video "Our House" by Madness.

I never lived in Moore, OK. This Filk is dedicated to the denizens of the Alley.

Father, goes to work in overalls
Mother's tired, she turns on the Television
It's April and it's storm season
She watches Gary England on KWTV

Our House, lay in Moore Oklahoma
Our House, within Tornado Alley
Something tells me we should move since
Our House, within Tornado Alley

Our house, under a storm cloud
April through June, it's tornado season
Our Mum, she's so prepared
She dug out a storm cellar too.

Our House, lay in Moore Oklahoma
Our House, within Tornado Alley
Gary England pointing to Doppler Radar
Hook echos curl ominously about.

Our House, lay in Moore Oklahoma
Our House, within Tornado Alley

I remember way back then, we had tornado drills in school
We memorized Tornado scales. From poofy EF0 to EF5 (Homer Simpson Scream)
We'd have a good time, huddling in the corridor during a tornado warning
The only thing that happened, was baseball sized hail taking out the roof
Then we'd brush off our clothing and resume class again

Father's work place got wiped out
By an EF5 tornado in 1999.
Then it happened again in 2013
He had to find another job

Our House, lay in Moore Oklahoma
Our House, lay in Moore Oklahoma
Our House, within Tornado Alley
Our House, within Tornado Alley

Our House, had a storm cellar as a keep
Our House, that place where we would sleep
Our House, never left the middle street
Our House, within Tornado Alley