Spring: An Epic Poem

S uper
P ooper
R ad
I can't think of anything for "I"
N omadic
G ladness

And the circle of life continues.

( I have been trying to write an incredible unbelieveable epic spring poem for about a week now, and the only inspiration I've had is a family tradition of mine: celebrating every holdiday/event a day early. For instance, it is March 15th, we better give Dorothy her presents! Why doesn't my family just move my birthday date to the 15th? Oh, and Christmas, we can hardly wait until Christmas Eve to bust into those presents. At the current rate we are going, I estimate that by the time I turn forty we shall be celebrating Christmas on November 3rd. Just in case something comes up. *wink)

So here is my seccond attempt at an epic Spring Poem:

Budding Blossoms
Sing Sweetly with Swallows
She Dances like a Dandellion
Who Celebrates Easter six days early
Because something might come up.
And then she plans out everything she does.
Because it is spring.
And this is how she learned to organize
When to wash the dishes?
How will she manage time to fold the blankets?
Polish the baubbles?
Watch the Mets?
Metropolitan Opera that is.
Such a great start
to such a wonderful Springtime
And such a potentially wonderful poem.
Ruined by talk of tradition.
I must keep the Polish torch burning.
And now this is no longer a poem, so
Adieu dear friends