Ah...Nothing Spells Spring Like S+N+O+W!

seems like ole man winter

aint finished doing business

whereat get dem self up

in fine fetters and cuss

madly jabbing, gesticulating,

and damning e pluribus

conveniently, deliberately,

and selectively forgetting unum

until...cupboards bare wren,

emergency food stash

mice eaten, and refrigerator empty

and there you stand with a growling tum

hmm...perhaps hastening to the wine cellar

scrambling for a jug of rum

which ample downing might be

a panacea to hibernate,

and deeply slum

burr until dawg days of summer,

when fruit trees bursting,

and being alive feels plum

ripe with nary a worry in the world,

oh...mebbe best to telephone mum

(real name Chrys Anthem),

and share cornucopia

as life for thee goes hum

ming along swimmingly,

and haint nuttin tuff heal glum

about, now take another sip

and breathe in from

smorgasbord mother nature didst spread

vibrant flora and fauna

sights and sounds rhythmically,

poetically, and hypnotically drum,

where the prevailing mood


finds one markedly chum

me scales fall from ones's eyes,

a former bummed out

skool of hard knocks alum,

now just kick back and become seduced

while listening to chic chick hens roost

scampering, grunting, and buzzing capers moost

pleasant since renaissance

of spring finally loosed.