Blowing Home

 
It rattled windows it rattled my doors
it was whistling past in a rattling rush,
it rattled tea cups and saucers of course
carrying trees and a mulberry bush,
 
tin cans, newspapers, a disgruntled cat
dustbins, a slice of bread and beef dripping,
the winning home run from a baseball bat
giving buildings a whipping in passing,
 
careening round corners giving no heed
to pedestrians sticking them on  " cross "
ignored the policeman's ticket for speed,
stripping bald men's hats off, it did! they're lost...
 
but, pleasing sailors sailing their Dinghy's,
and blowing you home, dear  "  did you miss me.. ?"