The Wind

O, Wind, how evil you are! You’re deceitful, a bully, and a pervert! How you make people tremble in the cold days of winter! How rude of you to blow in a calm sensation before the storm! How you blow up under young women’s dresses And play around with their skirts! At times you can be kind, But rarely on a hot day. Sometimes you make the air even hotter By slipping in a hot gust And making all of us sweat out Our ice cream and cool drinks Through smoldering pores. Wind, I don’t like you. But I have to deal. You are what make the world go around.