Below is the poem entitled Mischievous Imp which was written by poet
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There are warnings in the evening wind, a voice of bold acclaim
There is darkening of the opal moon,.... and hints of cold and change
A rumbling oath, from outer hills, of thick and cloudy air
Soon it comes, it shakes old panes, a night of storm and flames
Intruding peace! A flash! A crack! It strikes a weathervane!
One drip, annoying bedtime imp, now appears when I recline
And while I snore, each drop irks me... I groan, "Oh, stop it, now!"
I lie awake, to a thunderous ode, while a splash intrudes my aims
Now it floods, and.. where's a boat? A gush of rain is pouring in!...
Clouds are cursing, and shingles are surging as water is soaring in
Ceilings are leaking, a river is rising, and buckets are carpeting a floor
Under covers I hover, I shiver and shudder, I'm denied a chance of crying
Oh,... would I dare, one wink, one snore? Or should I smile, and dive in?
For David William's Contest: "Con/Vow"