Petulant ,pouter.Wants his own way
Prepared to demand .Portable storm cloud
Bad weather where he is.Lightning moods.Quicksand
You never know when he is going to explode
His lovers are all X.They ask Y?He sneers
and clears a path through every body.
When he slows down,they count the damage toll.
Hurricane in town.Bunker down!Find a hole!
Whirlwind needs to find his own warzone
Trouble is,it is always his own (or other's)home...
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