These Are My JOTtings...

Serventesio: "Hurricane Irma"

The little lady was a pain
with screaming lungs and tantrum large.
She drank the bay and spewed out rain,
upending docks and tossing barge.

Excuse me please for we all know,
a little lady she was not.
Anxiety to largely grow
as weather folk oft stirred the pot.

But pot be stirred or left alone,
still Irma ranted and she raved.
Behavior's graces all were thrown
for storm just lately hath behaved.

The vestiges of rain now float
o'er Great Lakes states or midwest homes.
The best down South is "all she wrote"
for all remains are little gnomes.

by Jay O'Toole
on September 14th, 2017