Thursday, March 22, 2012
Ode to Spring
I noticed this morning I had a spring in my step!
It must have come off of the well.
I was checking for leaks in the pipes in the ground
And I slipped on some ice and I fell.
The darn thing festered most quickly,
And the pain seemed it might be eternal.
Just when I was starting to feel real good,
I'm failing while the planet's gone vernal.
The hopes and dreams of lawns of green,
And of flowers and birds and bees,
Were clouded by the fact that I also dropped my glasses
And was crawling around on my knees.
This time of year should be filled with joy,
Seemingly sprung up by fairy dust.
Yet, I'm hobbling around on one good foot
While the other is fillin' with rust.
I was looking forward to toasting Jupiter and Venus,
All shiny and resplendent in front of us.
Instead, I'm trying to think and remember....
When was my last shot for tet-a-nus?
Well, the good news is that spring has arrived
And it's everywhere that you look for it.
Spring is in the air, in the fauna and flora,
And in the jar, once removed, where I put it.