Mischief.

Fay Slimm.

 

Mischief.

 

Whistling landward here we come
Planning mischief, bent on fun.

Let's rip off doors, or chimney pots
Whip up dust and blast treetops.

Lift girls' skirts and old ladies' hats.
Chase the dogs and frighten cats.

Let's tangle shirts on washing lines.
Rock all boats and swing on signs.

Try squalls to snap kites from string.
Us winds adore a mad March fling.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2020 05:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Saxon Crow

    Oooooooo Fay we must be psychically in tune. I've literally just posted a windy poem!!! I enjoyed yours very much

  • dusk arising

    LOVE IT love it love it! I have just read Saxon Crow's windy piece and i am well in the mood for the blustery bustle.
    What sheer joy your poem is today. You REALLY capture the excitement of the wind. As did Saxon's writing today, this brought back childhood adventure and zest to my imagination.

    Your poem is one which I know would delight Children all over - and not just the young one's LOL.

    Yes, a MUST for my favourites. Thank you.

  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    You have blown me away Fay. Love your blustery poem.

    Ex animo, Alan

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay.

  • Michael Edwards

    Super stuff Fay.

  • FredPeyer

    Der Wind, der Wind, das himmlische Kind! Your poem really is full of mischief. Like it lot.

  • Clara

    Oh, this is such a fun little piece. Aptly titled... Very much enjoyed it.

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write Fay, that wind can be very tormenting at times.

    Andy

  • Neville

    More magic than a magicians wotsits
    warming on a windowsill midwinter .. this is a super post dear Fay .. in fact I was quite blown away by it...…

    Neville

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - merci mon ami and more so for this breezy comment wobbling with wubble-yous- - dunno how wotsits sit on a windowsill though but might try that one wet afteroon - -- ha ha .......... x



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