Oh, look, that man just raked his leaves
In neat and tidy piles;
And Jan just had her hair done in
The very latest style.
And lots of stacks of papers sit
On Oscar’s outside table;
An easel was just set up by
An artist, name of Mabel.
Oh, this is gonna be such fun
I really can't resist
These people need a little breeze
Oh, and I must insist
On a bit of rain to drench them,
Finish off my day...
But, maybe that's a bit too much
I'll try another way.
I’m going to flex my muscles,
Take the deepest breath I can,
And make it cool, so everyone
Will think that I am grand.
So, here I go, a mighty blo-ow-ow,
Is that a thankful cheer?
Well, shoot! You just can't please some folks,
I'd best get out of here!
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem about the wind. Any style or length. |
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