The Jezebel Katrina
The Jezebel Katrina
It was a nasty wind that blew
Upon the shore that day.
She howled and hissed but would not desist
She had to have her way.
She was a lady of the night
And she was dressed to kill.
She blared and she glared, and she even dared
To do the devil's will.
She made her way into the bay
Upon that fateful eve.
Inside New Orleans you could hear the screams
Of those who were naive.
She ranted, raved and misbehaved
Way past the midnight hour,
With her hips swaying and the town folk praying
For the harlot to lose her power.
Katrina left the bay at last
Cackling on her way.
All that remains are the ungodly stains
Of a lady who went astray. . .
Copyright © Susan Jeavons | Year Posted 2019
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