Spring Has Sprung
Although I’m no spring chicken,
I’d really like to say.
I finished my spring-cleaning,
only yesterday.
I sprung around the house,
cleaning high and cleaning low;
Stood back,
admired my work with face all aglow.
Then I went into the garden,
To plant out my spring onions.
But had to come inside,
To rest my feet and bunions
Some food into my tummy
would be rather nice,
so I picked up the phone
to order spring-rolls with rice.
I thought I’d put my feet up
on my favorite couch.
I sat upon a broken spring
and I let out a great big ouch!
Oh yes, spring’s a lovely season,
of that there is no doubt.
Enjoy all it has to offer,
that’s what life’s about.
Copyright © Gaye Hemsley | Year Posted 2020
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