Her Wind Blew the Castle Down
Her wind blew the castle down
she asked me to give her work a call
I did, she called in sick that's all
how bad was that to see me fall
smitten with her mindless appall
to her, i was a seal to bounce a ball
with, off my nose so she could squall
playing the mouse game with glee and gall
baiting me with cheese to see me come to a crawl
for her to say call me then hymn and haw
that was bad day, it makes a person sprawl
and ask for answers why she be so small
then I did ask, it was like talking to a wall
where i go in life the shadows of her pall
won't resign me into being her rag-doll
or being the subject of her phantom drawl
in poems where she hitches to sad rainfall
a rainfall of tears i see not, i see her thrall
to reel in her fish, me, so she could enthrall
the spells now be broken for no longer i'm befall
with her river of grief of being behind the eight ball
connie pachecho
2/8/17
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