An Ode To Spring

Our roving correspondent without portfolio, Lonesome Larry, has once again proven he is a man of many talents. This time he has created a cottage poem, aptly titled, “Ode To Spring” If this keeps up I am going to have to start paying him….

Ode To Spring

The birds are starting to sing at dawn
Dog-shit grows daily on the lawn
Income tax, that really sucks
The politicians need the bucks
Pot holes bigger every day
Crude is up, more we pay
Budgets are out, we overspent
Wonder where the dollars went
Forget all that, the time is here
Boats, campfires, steaks and beer
Sweep up the mouse turds, air out the shack
The cottage crowd is moving back !!!!!

L.L.


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