fills a pair of jeans
like humidity.

Chubby thunder-thighs
ready to unleash
a sultry downpour:

‘Let’s get wet’.

Sheet lightning_thunder
God cracks her s and m whip.

When Chantelle says
“No”
and pouts,

it’s all
just a storm
in a teacup

the temperature
becomes
distinctly frigid

cold coffee
and
nothing’s rigid here,

no hard
and fast rules
except for,

she says
“when.”

Chantelle
will say “Yes”
and she will say

“No.”

Chantelle controls
the weather,

she likes
to be
in control,

to prepare
and to plan
to be

in control.

So when
Chantelle says

“No”,

she will
give you

the four day outlook.

Pete Dowe

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chantelle-a-poem-with-punch-line/