Corgi in Poppies © 37.media.turnbir.com

Spring Fervor

February came up short,

a couple of days were missing.

Will contact the calendar guy,

to get a full fake news dissing.

March came marching in like a pussycat,

but March madness took over soon.

By the time that March was over,

we were marching to a different tune.

I can tell you I'm not lying,

when March went out like a lion.

But Punxsutawney Phil turned tail,

and ran; proving he was no snail.

April was the sweet fairest lass,

as clear and bright as new glass.

Her rain descended upon the plain,

flooding the place to our disdain.

April tornadoes were spawned like bees,

killing and maiming with electronic game ease.

"What has become of the weather?" They say.

Spring has definitely sprung. Out of its way!

May I say that you are fairer than April?

Or is it just a fresh bunch of poppycock?

April beat you to growing May flowers,

so what do you think? Stop the clock?

So, May come soon, or come not,

I will make you come, I know the spot.

Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull

4/19/19

You can read this poem at my website here.