Twister
The sky is falling
Storming and squalling
The wind is whipping
And clouds are tripping
The trees are tumbling
Cars are bumbling
The power is stunning
Sending people running
Utility poles struck by lightning
The thunder's crash is frightening
Children start crying
Pets are shying
All the folks are hiding
Their time, biding
Hear the low whisper
''Here comes the twister."
This poem is about:
Our world