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!
Author notes:
Let’s learn about the wind in a didactic poem using scientific definitions via the wind personified as a woman. Thanks for reading!
