A Letter

‘Dear Sir, I'd like to complain,’ she wrote,
‘About my missing coat.'

'Of the many hats you've tossed,
And leaves you untidily swept,
Of my umbrella for ever lost,
And the chill you gave while I slept!'

'Of my pages quietly flipped,
And skirts inappropriately swollen,
Of towels remorselessly whipped,
And tickets quite blatantly stolen!’

‘To Mr. Wind,’ she adressed, ‘At His Lair,’
And then she threw it into the air.