The rituals of springtime are of many kinds and types --

Which often leave me wheezing like a set of old bagpipes.

The leaf gunk in the gutters must be hosed out, and the lawn

Is aerated and fertilized and sprayed for crabgrass spawn.

The kids have got their prom night, and with graduation near

I hope they know that student debt is now their biggest fear.

The lilacs and the peonies have made a great comeback --

While pollen counts have given me an allergy attack.

In spring a young man’s fancy turns to love, or so I’ve heard --

And weddings happen all around, with monster bills incurred.

The lark is on the wing and soon the hornets start to swarm --

I wish that I was snowed in with a sudden winter storm!