The day dawned with a cloudy sky
Not the lacy, fluffy, clouds of Summer
But the dark, heavy clouds of Winter
The wind rose out of the north
Sweeping down upon my town
Blowing trees and scraps of paper
It’s early April and the wind is cold
Chilling me quickly to my very core
And making my nose run very full
AHCHEW
I hate my sinuses
...and now a review of the above by Embe:
O to blow the wind away
at the beginning of May;
that I may see the rising
of the sunny day above;
fluffy and lovely in the sky
to blow my ahchew away;
sweeping down to drown
in the sewers of my town.
A little poem review
inspired by Sticktalker.
by embe
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.07 seconds at 12:07am on Nov 17, 2024 via server WEBX1.