Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Screw the West Wind

O wind, I hate your guts.
You hurt my ears
Freeze my face
And make my eyes water.

This does not rhyme.
I do not care.
I want the wind to go away.
Be gone with you, O wind.

Shelley was wrong.
You are nothing to write home about.


Anonymous said...

I'm with you:

It does not feel like spring
The wind my face it does sting
I cannot take the cold no more
I hate f**king winter!!!!

I chose not to rhyme the last line, to further stress the point!


mshrms said...

o youse poets--