The hurricane became a loud and proud lass
Who swore to simmer and shear my shaven life.
With scorn, the hurricane kicked my kinky carcass,
Chanted aloud and cast spells from her fife.
The bouncy hurricane flashed a boisterous breast
To jog, jolt and jive the jinx in my heart.
With a venomous gaze, she discarded my faded crest
Until her moiling furnace melted my mummy's mart.
The moist hurricane unleashed her sprinting gloves,
Capsized and clipped my cobbled telephone poles
And tossed my teary toes into tangled groves
Near a drunk hill where landed my corny soles.
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