The flowers bloom
The sun comes out
The wind goes zoom
The weeds all sprout
No need to pout
Get out the broom
For spring is coming, coming soon
The sun, the sun
It's finally here
And so are the birds
The birds we hear
Chirping, chirping all around
We hear their flapping from the ground
And then you look up in the sky
To get their crap right in your eye
YOU ARE READING
Plethora of Poems (#Wattys2016)
PoetryPlease enjoy this collection of randomness that are my poems! Thanks and please comment with opinions and please vote! Highest Ranking (so far!): # 442 in poetry 3/30/16
