Tempest Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Tempest




I met a twister
On a narrow country lane
A Sunday afternoon
When man had gone to the beach
Dismounted my motor bike
Just in case the little rascal
Wanted to have fun
But it took no interest kept on
Rushing down the lane
I sensed it had lost its way
And was looking for its mother

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