Chaucerian Storm
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When in October, the showers did fall
The fierce winds piercing, they had destroyed all
A roaring monster, an ominous beast
Blew in from the South, and destroyed the East
The storm had a name, now her claim to fame
A name that makes her seem oh very tame
She went by Sandy, her wrath now complete
Say the worst in history, quite a feat
The place hit hardest, right at her core
Was none other than the famous Jersey Shore
A place of vacation, jubilation
Is now full of gloom and desolation
Possessions and items litter the streets
Once loved and cared for, now lay at one’s feet
Many people are now starting from scratch
Everything gone like the strike of a match
People from all around lending a hand
To those whose lives were buried in the sand
Some fear that it will never be the same
We’re all determined to bring back its fame.
Ask what’s the purpose, we answer the call
Restore hopes and dreams to many and all
Restore the Shore, and leave not one crease
We’ll rebuild it together, piece by piece