Her Cruel Threat
IT SOUNDED LIKE THE SENAREO OF A PLAY,
IRMA 'S WIND RUSHING MY WAY.
ON EVACUATION ALARM I STAYED FOR NO REASON.
NO WHERE TO GO, MY HOME IS HER SEASON.
WITH NO WHERE TO RUN UNTIL SHE SUBSIDE,
I AM THE JAILER LOCKED INSIDE.
WHY DID I REFUSE TO MOVE,
BEFORE IRMA GOT INTO HER GROOVE.
WINDS BEAT MERCILESS, ALL I HAD WAS PRICELESS
WINDS SEALED ME IN YES!LIKE DOORS OF JAIL,
IRMA!I CRIED WHEN WILL I EVER BE OUT ON BAIL.
FEARFULLY I PRAYED WITH ALL MY HEART,
PLEASE LORD DONT LET THIS HOUSE FALL APART.
SCARED AND COLD, MY CHOICE! A CLOSET CORNER,
NOW WAS THE TIME TO GIVE GOD THE HONOUR.
THE CALM CAME,JAILER SHAKING BEYOND BELIEF,
SURPRISEINGLY, ALL WAS GONE,WAS SHE A THIEF?
AFTER A STORM COMES A CALM,
THANKS IRMA YOU LEFT ME UNHARM.
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