Friday, 8 April 2011

Ode to Spring (Thursday)

And thus we're blessed with lighter nights and yellow nodding blossoms,
To cast off winters gloomy plight and all that's old and rotten,
Birds bellow in the early morn and snow and dark forgotten,
But tell me why you bring to me a rash upon my bottom?

*heartily slaps self in stark realisation that writing doggerel in the style of William McGonagal about allergies is unforgivable*

(it was late, alright???)

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