A jaunty, nautical naughty shanty
Taught by typhoons, just buffoons to me.
Mentored by monsoons at Grinning Goon Academy.
Gale force is a great source of my coarse comedy
and a squall makes them all seem small in my sea.
I use earthquakes to make shakes and my martini
and hurricanes to remove stains from Bimini and Bikini.
I route a waterspout to swim above the sea freely.
I blow my nose and tornadoes go, like this prose so unwieldy.
Atmospheric disturbance runs in my family.
Each isobaric occurrence is wholly hereditary.
My six story tsunami is a very scary rarity.
But worse, is the cursed verse in my airy bubble or three.