Sandy's Wrath Poem by John Sensele

Sandy, you furious femme fatale,
You've wreaked your worse wrath
On charming children and weeping women
Who didn't visit your beauty bath
To peep at your curvy contours
Because they feared to cross your pathological path.

Tell us, Sandy, which mad man jilted you
So you could uproot trembling trees, flood happy homes
And shut down wanton Wall Street
Together with citadels of power and dull domes
You threatened to smash to smithereens
Unless elusive electricians reduced the number of Ohms.

Please return to your assessment asylum, Sandy
To resume your puny posture in your skinny straitjacket
So friendly families can resume their lively lives
And Mitt Romney can don the red Republican jacket
Although blue Barack Obama may not converse with him
How they'll view votes posted in a purple packet.