WHIRLWIND

Fluctuating moods, tourbillions;
Playful winds are expert vaudevillians.
The birds in the tress are chit-chattering;
Explosive take-off, the flock’s shattering.
Tourbillion, I know male dogs fight,
When a comely female strolls into sight.
What tourbillion scattered my toys?
Cleanliness is an illusory poise.

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