Thursday, 13 February 2014

On A Northerner Who Went South And Kept On Going

I've been mistraled and sciroccoed
And sometimes by a typhoon sockoed;
Drenched drookit in a haar
When low were isobars;
Felt all wet and weary
In a dreary chirimiri;
And I got so very gritty
When once a haboob hit me
That I felt completely smothered. 
But I've never once been wuthered.

 another one from the 52 prompts....

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