Its that time of year where spring has sprung, A time for ice cream on your tongue (not much rhymes with sprung) The sun is bright, the air is crisp, A breeze rolls by with a gentle whisp, The shades are on and jumpers not needed, Sunscreen warnings are rarely heeded, Shorts and skirts are all the rage, While holiday brochures turn page after page, We all love spring, so green and pretty, A contrast to my poetry, terrible and unwitty.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 16:23:03 +0000
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