Spring, Spring

A Poem by WintersChild

Spring, Spring

Spring spring,

such a wonderful thing
the rebirth of flowers, natures bling-blings.
The sun shinning brightly on my window glass
this dust and this dirt is kicking my a*s.

Spring, spring,

perfume in the air
house smells of staleness, comes from everywhere
armed with a feathery duster of brown
it will take me 2 weeks to get the dust down.

Spring, spring,

bountiful spring
bringin the spiders from the webs where they cling
all of the blood sucking insects around
can be found on my body sucking my blood down.

Spring, spring,

I love some that you bring
cept the mud and the grud that my kids sling
the spring clean up that goes on for hours
and globs of junk that I stack in towers.

Ever season has it's crap
Spring is nowon us
so it's Spring that I slap

©J.Edenshaw~03/2008