The Wind
O, Wind, how evil you are!
You’re deceitful, a bully, and a pervert!
How you make people tremble in the cold days of winter!
How rude of you to blow in a calm sensation before the storm!
How you blow up under young women’s dresses
And play around with their skirts!
At times you can be kind,
But rarely on a hot day.
Sometimes you make the air even hotter
By slipping in a hot gust
And making all of us sweat out
Our ice cream and cool drinks
Through smoldering pores.
Wind, I don’t like you.
But I have to deal.
You are what make the world go around.
Copyright © Shanda Braxton | Year Posted 2015
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