Storms Incoherant
Why does the wind
Dance upon my pane?
Taunting me, frightning me
Whistling strong through the heavy rain.
Pushing the branches over
Twisting multicoloured leaves
Moaning over the chimney
Much more than a gentle breeze.
The walls begin to creek
The floor starts to whine
The roof makes a sound
I gaze through the window at the kine.
But they are gone, hiding in the barn
They knew of the coming storm
The roof gets torn from my house
It is now airborn.
The wind is too heavy
I can hardley breathe
Before I can grip my senses
My stomach starts to heave.
The wind catches me
Takes me from the floor.
I sail far far and long
To this world, I am no more.
The storm, now settled
The barn door opens a crack
The cows start to pile out
Each looking for a snack.
The won't miss me at all
Don't even know I'm gone.
Friends now think I'm dead.
But I laugh, since I know they are wrong.

Just a fun limerick. Everyone needs humor once in a while.

There once was a vampire named Ardy
Who liked to attend wild parties.
She's find her some men
Take them home and then
Drain all the blood from their arteries.

Values
In a pitch dark alley
Behind a small school
He waits, figiting
His intentions are cruel.
Pacing back and forth
Staying away from the light
Waiting for 'him' to leave
To be at work for the night.
The creek of a door
Catches his ears.
'He' leaves for work
In the night, 'he' dissapears.
Waiting no longer
The hider makes haste.
Across the street and too the door
In a rather quick pace.
He knocks on the door
She answers with a smile
She invites him in
To stay for a while.
He accepts and enters
And has his way with her.
She's happy, he's content.
It couldn't be better.
As daylight approaches
He puts on his pants
He makes his way out the door.
Maybe next time, they'll dance.
'He' gets home
Kisses his wife on the cheek
Asking if all went well.
She doest not even peek.
He climbs into bed
And falls deep asleep.
She smiles to herslef
But does not say a peep.