With coquetry she danced across the Keys,
this Rita, lovely, I suspect, in those who appreciate these things,
but no meter maid, she,
Coming into the gulf suits her, it seems.
See how she spins to the dance of wind and sky,
her skirts, cloud white, spinning wider and wider.
See her skirt and flirt,
Will she pick Houston for her partner,
or Corpus?
We will have to see how the dance plays out -
but when she comes streaming into the arms
of whoever the winner will be,
she will show how much a lady
she is not.
(I have family in harm's way of this storm. My brother and wife, two nieces, a nephew by marriage and a grand niece and nephew. Lots of cousins. It matters very much to me what happens.)
Lovely poem
Torrid subject!
You are not getting a break from fretting over these thigs, are you?
Prayers for all in the path.
That was really good. Can I distribute it to my friends. I won't even claim it as mine, although I'd like to.
Prayers are out for your family, Knitting. There are so many folks just in here that can be affected by this non-Loving Rita.
So next time, I will try to get my stuff in order beforehand. Sorry I screwed up.