Please Spring ...... HURRY UP

Limericks By Madeline Begun Kane

Though it’s springtime,
the temp’rature’s low. It’s damp,
and the wind’s all a-blow.
And I swear that I heard
These words chirped by a bird:
“For THIS I flew north? I hate snow!”

Dear spring, you are late once again.
Yet you claim that you’ve been here,
since when? Twenty one days?
That can’t be:
It’s still cold out, you see.
And some sun would be nice,
now and then.

I wonder just what is the reason
Why spring’s such an ornery season.
First it’s cold, then it’s hot,
Then it’s icy, then not —
Makes me ask whether spring
is just teasin’.