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To Galveston I made a trip,
For business, but turned to pleasure.
I met her near the landing strip,
My little Texas Treasure.
She wore a cowboy hat and boots;
I asked her for her name.
(Did I mention that was all she wore?)
She said, "Call me Hurricane Jane."
I asked her how that moniker
Could be given to one like her
In the time we spent, I'd have to say
To whomever deigned her so I defer.
Four five short days and four long nights
She tore up my southern coast
She rode me 'til I was solidly drenched;
And structurally, I was toast.
I loved the way she wobbled
As she approached landfall.
At times you knew where she was headed
Other times - not at all.
She drew me in for quite a spin;
She rung my final bell.
Female wrestler she was, you see,
And had her moves down well.
Our final night she put on a hold
Her legs gripped my head like a vice
What she heard was 'mff mg wlly ns'
What I said was "that feels nice."
But all good things must come to close,
No one knows the reason.
But any serious weather buff will say
November ends hurricane season.
So I boarded my plane and evacuated home
And we never met again;
But every year I get a grin
When I remember Hurricane Jane.
Blow, fair winds, blow me hard
And strike me with pelting rain;
A Texas Twister has knocked me flat,
And they call her Hurrican Jane.
9/30/2005 7:23 am
Laugh, very good sweetie, but I'm thinking you have way too much time on your hands.
Have tongue, will use it. Repeatedly.
9/30/2005 12:02 pm
Daphne - 2 much time? No, just poor prioritization.|
Kat - Why thank you! Texans are interested in anything with 'Hurricane' in it these days, aren't they?
9/30/2005 8:01 pm
And structurally, I was toast. That sounds familiar.|
9/30/2005 8:30 pm
Jane? lol plain Jane? |
hardly, you kill me...and i mean that in the nicest way...and as always:
you aint right!
10/1/2005 2:51 am
saintli - ?|
sj - Kill you? No, ma'am. I could think of many things that would be fun to do with you, but kill isn't on the list.