Ode To Spring
Oh spring how glorious are thou?
So bathed in glorious splendor
Filled with laughter and joy
As flowers adorn the homes of women
Money flee’s the pockets of men
As spring begs for gifts for women
Shiny baubles and sweet smelling perfumes
Keep the male from sleeping upon the couch
So I say to you dear Quist
Take heed of my words and hear them
Many shiny things you must buy
Or to the dark side you will succumb
Shiny and pricy are diamonds
But cubic zirconium is the same for less
So spring inspires thought
To the minds of men
and begs for cheaper ways to keep the females at bay
Flowers are all around yet from the store they must come
Wrapped in foil and arranged by women
All for the low low price of an arm and a leg
Take flowers from nature my dear young ward
and you will survive what you can afford
So beware young quist
This thing called spring
So glorious is it
Yet so costly a thing.
By:David Miller
