I FLEW TO CORNING AND DIED

On today's dark wicked, heated morning,

The churning sky fog was a fear felt warning,

Then, Mr. Tornado Man came here,

He broke my body that I loved dear,

And, moved my bod from Detroit to Corning.

THE WIND BLOWS AND BLOWS AND BLOWS LIMERICK

The wind blows and blows and blows,
My trailer's roof into the sky it goes,
Then, away went the doors,
The walls and the floors,
From the basement I numbered my woes.