ODE TO SPRING
Winter makes my feet get freezy,
Cold air makes my lungs go wheezy,
Eyes are runny, nose is sneezy,
Woe is me!
I don't chime with wintertime -- it's
Rimy clutch is prime-time crime -- it's
Just too much that such bad climates
Have to be.
Yes, I hate winter, it's no wonder --
She and I don't correspond -- her
Parting makes my heart grow fonder
When she's gone.
Singers chanting "wonderland" are
Better banned--it ups my dander--
I can't stand the rancid slander
In that song.
Shov'ling snow's an ornery chore, my
Aching back is stiff and sore--I
Finish, then it snows some more! Why?
You tell me!
I can't don enough warm clothes, put
Nine layers on from head to toes, but
Still I'm doggone nearly froze, what
Some of you think cold is "cool," yet
I would wager someday you'll get
Thumped by goosebumps--then bet who'll sweat
But wait! The foreman of Nature's forum is
Now restorin' warm decorum, es-
Cortin' storms to warrens foreign as
Spring pours in.
Suddenly there's no more snowing,
Balmy breezes blithely blowing,
Lilacs bloom, the lawn needs mowing--
Oh, what glee!
Springtime makes my feet all squooshy,
Pollen makes my lungs go whooshy,
Eyes are runny, nose kerCHOOsky.
Woe is me!
Last modified on February 10, 2007
Ode to Spring
by Robert G. Shubinski