The Gale


A gale’s blown into town tonight,
It’s stomping up and down my yard,
Smacking dustbins lids together,
Boomeranging bits of card,
Rattling bins against the wall,
Lobbing tiles in hissy fits,
Playing tuneless doleful dirges
Where my windows don’t quite fit,
Flinging birds across the roof tops,
Smashing pots and breaking cups,
Blowing cats from garden walls,
It’s time the bloody thing grew up.


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