Her Wind Blew the Castle Down

Her wind blew the castle down she asked me to give her work a call I did, she called in sick that's all how bad was that to see me fall smitten with her mindless appall to her, i was a seal to bounce a ball with, off my nose so she could squall playing the mouse game with glee and gall baiting me with cheese to see me come to a crawl for her to say call me then hymn and haw that was bad day, it makes a person sprawl and ask for answers why she be so small then I did ask, it was like talking to a wall where i go in life the shadows of her pall won't resign me into being her rag-doll or being the subject of her phantom drawl in poems where she hitches to sad rainfall a rainfall of tears i see not, i see her thrall to reel in her fish, me, so she could enthrall the spells now be broken for no longer i'm befall with her river of grief of being behind the eight ball connie pachecho 2/8/17