My Friend The Wind

My Friend The Wind short poem

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My friend the Wind-
is a lady who changes-
Personas with every dress!

You can hear her voice-
go up and down with-
every lapel and pleat!

Chagrined about her coif-
she turns into a dust devil.

Ginned again with heels-
behold the tempest she is!

Whiffled with flattery-
she lightens up a breeze!
Behold the wimple of-
gale the winker!

Strap her in a corset-
she’ll show you a tornado!

Demand a selfie and you’ll
find yourself in a typhoon!

Sirocco is her fetching beau
with his clouds of dust and sand!

She cries tears of heavy rain-
in winter, and that’s a monsoon!

Leave her cold and dry-
and she’ll give you a mistral!

Take her for a ride in your new-
wheels and she will tail you!

Leave her behind your ride-
and she will bang ahead!

Critique her dress and she will-
whirl you up, behold a twister!

My friend the wind is a lady-
both zephyr and shrew!

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