The Gusts of a Vicious Month

These are the latest, unpleasant news... that I bring you along with my winter's blues: the gusts of a mad month to make you shiver more, never thinking of opening another door! And should I call on the heavy snow, and make the furious wind whistle... when you'll step outside with words not too humble? What else can make you shrill like a soprano? I'll be unkind and mercilessly rude, regardless of how you plead; I been called brutal and wild: as a horse without a harness, to pillage and destroy with an attitude which is vicious, indeed! Nobody can win me over by persuasion or guile, I am easily angered to invoke the intense storms; and trying to appease me can intensify my vengeance inside... remember, gentleness s not one of my virtues, but wickedness is! Snuggle your teddy bear and stay warm, just hear the gusts of a mad month; I can't enter where I am not welcome... but sympathy I must extend to a frightened gal! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci