Irene's Coming Poem by Leslie Alexis

Her name I'll never give my child,
because she has been found to be wild.
I find it hard to be proud of her,
She's the worst of mother nature.
She's contemptuous and vindictive;
Get out of her way if you want to live.
Don't drink her water, it is unclean,
Her winds tell of where she's been,
And don't inhale, you'll become pale,
without a stench it knocks out without fail...
Stay inside, best you hide - many died...: '(
Let there be no more, stay indoors!
Tell your favorite trees goodbye,
on your brand new cars they will lie.
Close your eyes, sand's flying inland,
Pray that God shows his gentle hand.