Wednesday 13 May 2015

OH PRETTY PRIMAVERA:


Oh pretty primavera, in petaled petticoats of frills,

In beribboned bonnets of green blade & floral hills,

You, my fickle dame, when smiling, bring soft rain,

Then while resting upon laurels, bring allergic pain.

 

You pollinate the eyes with a nasty shade of red,

And just as we´re dancing, you get inside the head,

Skin you daub & stipple, in wheals & bumpy itches,

Sending in mosquitoes, those hard hearted bitches.

 

Oh pretty primavera, what a fickle friend you are,

You´d be really perfect, if you´d only never mar,

Stings are not needed, nor wanted, is the sneeze,

Otherwise my dear, you´re quite the perfumed breeze.

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