A bold, cold-hearted wind
Slipped discreetly into town;
He was out to look for victims,
And he fast came swooping down,
But he ran into a snowdrift,
So curvaceous and fair,
That he caught her in his icy grip
And threw her in the air.
And ’round and ’round they whirled
In the closest kind of dance;
He had swept her off her feet
With his whirl-wind romance.
She hoped he’d never let her go,
She really thought he’d stay–
‘Til he dumped her on a rooftop,
Blew her off, and flew away.
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One of those gone with the wind romances! Loved it.
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Ha, that’s a good one! I also had to keep myself from saying, she got plowed!ππ
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I’d call that wind a cad….but I’m not sure we use that word any more.
Well done!
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Yeah, haven’t heard that word for a while now, but you’re right!!!π
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