I am bothered and blustered as I try to go.. from the powerful wildness of the winds that blow.. why I went out walking in this well I will never know..but it’s whisting and wailing worries me so...

I wouldn’t care but when I left my garden gate..I felt a mild breeze and now it must be a galeforce eight.. ‘Heaven’s above’ it’s got me in a right old state..as I am running and rushing in a figure of eight..

Eeh this is one step forwards and two steps back.. in amidst my frustration and this tornado’s attack..It will be a wonder if I don’t land on my back..as it pushes me with such an aggressive punch and pack..

“Windy woos can you please die
down”..I espy the sea in my midst it is an awful brown..God help the fisherman as I stare and I frown..Oh my goodness me I hope they do not drown..