My Whirligig
My whirligig requires wind
So when the day is calm,
It sits there quite forlornly
Like it's lacking in aplomb.
But when the gusts are squalling
And the trees are pirouetting,
My whirligig starts spinning
And, oh, what a show I'm getting!
It has concentric circles
So it twirls in two directions.
The faster that it goes, the more
It gains in my affections.
Today the wind's cavorting
As I watch in pure delight
While my whirligig goes whirling
Like it's gearing up for flight.
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