Monday, March 9, 2009

Drunk winter gives spring the middle finger

(from KHQ.com)

When snow comes in March,
Drunk winter belches, knows it’s
Almost closing time

There’s nothing worse than
The guest who stumbles, gets sick
All over his shoes


2 comments:

  1. Here, on the East Coast, I'm getting pelted with rain.

    This poem hit me just right.

    Cheers!
    `x~William.

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  2. Now we have been experiencing single digit temps overnight and in the morning. Spring just seems impossible at this point!

    Thanks for your comment, William. I am enjoying your blog!

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