Poems! Ah! Wonderful! Here's a thought.
Spring
Don't suppose I'm complaining
But the rain keeps on raining.
Every allergy itches. It
'S as cold as a witch's tit.
Sneezes and wheezes they
Erupt like bejesus, hey
It's Spring, Spring, Spring!
All the shorts are a-busting.
God, it's really disgusting,
For you've just got to figure
Could a bum look much bigger?
Though he may prance a lot,
He ain't no Sir Lancelot.
It's Spring, Spring, Spring!
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