Cocksure Wills
I dare the wind to blow contrary to my whim
"Oh, really?" said The Wind to Anon. "In what manner would you like me to blow?"
Obliging Zephyr, asks as if it doesn't know?
"Only softly will I lilt, I cannot grant Your wish.."
Be tamed, shrew, or ever upriver shall I swim.
Contributors: | Anon., Vendeisia. |
Poem finished: | 15th August 2003. |