Wind

A lot of air is moving past
It was quite slow but now it’s fast
It’s got to be coming from somewhere
You would think that they’d run out of air.

Leftovers

Leftover food we always save
To resurrect in the microwave.
But with all respect to my good wife
There is some that won’t come back to life.

Becalmed

I said to my wife, “I have great news.
We’ve won a ten-day ocean cruise!”
She said, “Well, cure your strong emotion.
I’ll not endure the ocean motion.”