The Cold Wind

The wind was rough,
And cold, and blough.
She kept her hands inside her mough.

It chilled her through.
The cold wind blough,
And still the squall the faster flough.

And yet, although
It ceased to snough,
The weather was a cruel fough.

It made her cough
(Pray, do not scough);
She coughed until her hat blough ough.