A Seasonal Walk

It’s a pleasure to walk out on a Winter’s day, When the cold air bites, and deep snow’s here to stay! To hear the wind howling through the bare trees, Perhaps hear the sound of a chickadee sneeze! But then, I love to walk in the pouring rain Without a hat! It cools my overworked brain! Nothing beats that feeling, when you’re freezing cold. It’s something to remember, when I get old. Always supposing I will reach old age! And yes! I like to go out on a Spring morn. For when taking a walk, I’m glad to be born. Though rubber boots leak, making feet sore, and wet. I’m soaked to the skin! Can I get wetter yet? There’s a Westerly wind screaming through the trees! Better I think, than walking in a light breeze! I slip and slither, and finally fall down. If the puddle were deeper, I’d likely drown! Then of course, I’d never reach old age! When Summer is here, I enjoy a long walk. To be out in the heat, when it’s hard to talk! As sweat pours from every part of my being. People can hardly believe what they’re seeing! Dust sticks to my brow. I smell rancid and strong. If you don’t like my smell ? Then best move along! Still in rubber boots, though they make my feet stink! I look so disgusting, it makes some folks blink! I doubt they’ll let me live to reach old age! In the Fall, I’ll be going out once again Coughing and sneezing, I’ll slosh through the rain! The chickadee died. He caught pneumonia! So I buried him under the red begonia! There’s a rash on both legs, and my nose is sore. I’ve no handkerchief left, to blow it once more! There’s an ache in my right ear, and fungus grows, Itching and burning between most of my toes! I’m amazed I’ve lived to reach old age!  Now, as another good year gets under way, Why I wonder, are things tough for me today? All I want, are the simple pleasures in life. Maybe a good woman, to make me a wife! But for some reason, they’re very hard to find. Though I’ll still keep trying while I have a mind! By until that day when I find one to train, I’ll keep to myself. Out in the pouring rain! At present no one cares if I reach old age? Rhymer.