Tourney Weather
red buds are blooming
song birds are swooning
tonight, on the weather
they say it will snow
cardinal's crooning
mushrooms are mooning
temperatures dropping
the wind's going to blow
spring in the south is
the craziest season
winter's reluctant
not ready to go
eighties and twenties
within the same weekend
surprising nobody
people here know
the bread and the milk
are a different matter
those disappear like
a bolt from a bow
in just a few days
not a bit of this matters
March madness is coming
the tourney's the show
when your alma mater
is still on the ladder
if twister is twisting
or rising floods flow
your roof could blow off or
hell could freeze over
you're breathless, oblivious
abask in the glow
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