I scrambled with my toys
To go out and play
With the tempest…
Who came to my door
and kept incessantly howling away.
But when I did go out
The brat just turned around and flew away
Then as I came back to my room
Moping and sad
She threw a bolt at my window
That flashed with an incredulous glow!
She likes to play
But she must have her way!
And so we went out to play
A game of “Catch the bolt”
She cheated by spraying me
She taunted by swaying me
More than the game, it’s the teasing she loves
So she won by deceit
Like she always does…
