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Post by jesserimshas on Apr 13, 2008 22:39:01 GMT -5
Awaiting May
I do not like the month of April, She deceives us like a robber-baron! Young children and young flowers Dare to peek their heads without The musty dull and yellowed walls Of well-worn winter hideaways. Then snap! Returns the winter wet, The sleet & snow & muck & yuck, Ensnaring victims like a snake, Or some mideastern oil sheik,* Or heightened rents & interest rates, Just when you thought your world was safe And May was on its way! And flowers fall And children shudder & shuffle back Inside of doors. And parents groan And old men mutter, and all the world Again awaits the merry month of May.
No, I do not like the month of April, Though it sometimes seems my life.
*Note: Sheik, in its most current media pronunciation, rhymes with “snake.”
--Jesse Rimshas
Please note, the asterisk was added for the benefit of my Facebook friends, not the present company. You may particularly understand this poem if you happen to live in the Midwest United States. Last Sunday we and our friends took our families to the park; this Sunday, April 13th, it snowed.
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