Wilma Wind
“Yoo hoo,” says Wilma Wind, the gal always waving
a friendly hand, though there is no saving
you if you get on her bad side, ‘If mama ain’t
happy, ain’t no one happy,’ she’s not a saint.
She’ll play with your hair, tickle your neck,
but can also lift you off the ground - what the heck!
Her queen bees, thunder, lightning and hail,
will completely destroy you - make you sail
into next week. Her twin, Zephyr Zippity-doo-dah,
offers a reprieve, gentle without any hoopla.
Choose respectfully. Don’t oversmile at the sun.
Fly a kite on her good days. She won’t be outdone.
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