Gripes Of Spring

Winter’s behind us, at long, frigid last!
The flowers are lagging, but catching up fast.
Grab your complaint trunk and bundle ’em all in:
Too cold, wet and dark–but pull out too much pollen.

Parsing Spring

Equi from the Latin root for horse;
Nox from “there’s no treasure on this map”;
Vernal from “What Vern will do,” of course,
Which clearly won’t include explain this crap.
Take half the day while I take half the night
And we’ll have equal time to get it right.

Weekend Gotaway

The tank is nearly empty
And the weekend’s nearly done
And like the tank
My mind’s a blank
I’m hoping we had fun

Weekend Getaway

I know we had a Saturday–
We’d planned to have one, anyway.
It’s on the calendar, right there
Beside St. Patrick’s Day. So where
Has it been hiding? I’m all set
To Saturday it up, and yet
It’s dark and cold and quiet out.
If someone spots it, give a shout
And ask it to just stop and freeze.
I’d like to have a weekend, please.

Bad Paddytude

I’ve corned the beef
And cabbed my age
I’m Guinnessed out
Let’s turn the page

Gardening Tipsy

Sorry for the tardy warning
You’ll have surely learned by morning
Beers make decent Slug-B-Gones
But they’re attracting leprechauns

Marching Orders

One ide all by itself is fine
But if you’re offered two, decline.

Proportion Control

It’s not irrational to think
That (if I look) I’ll find a link
Between my RDA of pie
And my circumference, since my
Allowance (Daily, Recommended)
Tends to leave my gut distended.
Blame that third parameter:
I AM my own dIAMeter.
Still, I deny I go too far:
If one π’s fine then 2πr.

I Knew It

Sunday took an hour less
To pass than Monday did. It’s true!
I measured them myself! And yes,
I’m that compulsive. Nuts to you.

The Way To DST Death

Early to rise and yet still sleeping in
A not-awful way, I suppose, to begin