tribute to tornado

he sits and ponders
sits and wonders
his mind a bag of tricks

he writes with such grace
sometimes in your face
but always takes you
to a fascinating place

he wraps words round magical emmotions
and places within such charismatic notions

he places you inside
nowhere to hide
undresses you and caresses you
with words he seduces you

he's name is tornado
uses words like playdough
sculpting a picture for you

he takes you away
where you could sit all day
and read what he has to say

tallented and true
he will write and rhyme for you
tornado, my tribute to you........