One Wild Lady

St. Helens, volatile lady
Is letting off some steam.
She is seething now with anger;
We know not to what extreme.

I remember her eruption in
The year of nineteen-eighty.
That passionate outburst proved her
A quite hot-headed lady.

She will not tell what ticked her off.
She gets her satisfaction
Not from talk or boastfulness;
She articulates with action.

So take your puny instruments
And foolish speculations.
She well may have surprise in store
Beyond all expectations.

Don't tramp on her abundant skirts;
That tends to irritate her.
This lady's incensed enough now,
You're foolish if you bait her.

She's given you fair warning
And if you take her dare
You can't run far enough to get
Her ash out of your hair.

By: Joyce 10/05/04