Beryl

Beryl, Beryl!
you are not a nice girl.

We watch you move
and your winds did twirl.

You were born in the summer. And became a number 1.
You loved the heat and the rays of the sun.

You grew to number 5 and blew houses away.
Trees fell down, and boats sunk in the bay.

Your rain was endless. You covered many streets.
Homes lost electricity, you would not admit defeat.

Who knew that your power would bring a lot of grief.
When you landed on Texas, your danger would not be brief

We will hope you go with all dispatch.
Because you are worse than watching a long heavy weight rematch.