One Wild Lady

St Helens, volatile lady, Is letting off some steam. She is seething now with anger. We know not to what extreme. I remember the eruption in The year of ninety-eighty. That fierce outburst proved her to be A quite hot-headed lady. She will not tell what ticked her off. She gets her satisfaction, Not from talk or boastfulness. She articulates with action. So take your puny instruments And foolish speculations. She well may have surprise in store Beyond all expectations. Don't tramp on her abundant skirts; That tends to irritate her. This lady's incensed enough now, You're foolish if you bait her. She's given you fair warning And if you take her dare You can't run far enough to get Her ash out of your hair. By Joyce