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 Rising Pressure
I went outside to see my friend,
My friend who is Mr. Wind.
I said, “Hello, what do you know?”
He said, “ I’m making the trees twist and bend.”
“Yes, I can see; it appears to me you’re causing too much of a stir!
For with everything blowing and southward going everyone would concur.”
He laughed out loud and said, “Yes, I am proud to have an affect that way,
I like to be strong with the boisterous song and give people a bad hair day!”
I said, “ OK if that’s your way, you’re doing a bang-up job,
But when it’s cold and you are so bold my outside pleasure you will rob.”
He said to me, “I really do see and for that I apologize,
But, like some food that makes you sound rude, my pressure is also on the rise.”
I laughed with my friend who is Mr. Wind and said, “On this I will no longer dwell,”
“Cause you are fresh and clean and just sometimes mean and like number two you do not smell!”
JRS © 11-14-07
The "Okie" Poet
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