OWED TO SPRING
When I added up the oil bills,
That kept us from the winter’s chills,
Then factored in the price
Of winter salt de-ice.
Now pussy willows pouncing
And my checks are bouncing.
Jack Frost ate the car battery
And all my profane flattery
Wouldn’t make it start.
It near about broke my heart.
Snow Drops poke their heads up.
I’m just about bankrupt!
Snow shovels sure were flying
And you’d think I’m lying
If I told you what they cost
And how many that we lost.
The daffodils soon blooming
While the creditors are looming.
The furnace wasn’t working
The burner kept on jerking.
Nothing quite said lovin’
While the heat poured from the oven.
Wrapped in quilts and freezing
We couldn’t stop the sneezing.
The slush soon yields a crocus
What a pretty hocus-pocus!
Our Florida relatives talking trash.
And we’re flat out of ready cash.
From the door I see the street.
And for once, it ain’t full of sleet.
Do I dare? Shall I pray?
The air is warming up today.
The gutters run with melting ice.
Is this spring? We paid the price.
© SWAMPETTA (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)
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