For @burkazoid, a wee poem about balding!

James was concerned by his balding
His vanity thought it appaling.
Each winter – in pain,
From the wind and the rain;
And in summer he found it quite scalding.

The poor lads barnet was eroding,
His peers found it rather foreboading.
But in sunnier climes
My goodness it shines!
As his hairline continues exposing.

The Wind

For @katzenzungen who wanted a poem about being woken by the wind!

Emma was woke from her slumber,
The wind rattled round her like thunder,
Roused into waking;
The rafters were quaking
And treetops were torn asunder.


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