Spring Song

Spring again after dawn
Birds are gathering twigs
building nests in the shrubbery
lining the lawn,
Got no gas for the mower
But it's the kind you have to push
It was easier before
My back went out, hey what's the rush?
Mama's eyebrows are drawn
Going shopping for wigs
At the mall with her magic card
Why suddenly I feel so tired.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-05-03 at 15:43

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We at BBP applaud this number heartily. It's as if our dear friend has gathered his own selection of twigs and constructed a nest of musings, in which we hope he may find peace awhile :>)
2014-05-05