Spring; when flowers start to bloom
Little buds growing with colourful petals;
Children leaving their room
With winter's quietening kettles.
The sun shines brighter,
It's the last semester of school.
Summer's next; teens' shoulders are lighter
It's times for them to look cool
The perfection of spring
Comes with that warm, calming breeze;
The greenest leaves; the ripest fruits;
What a joy this season brings!
The brighter the sun
The darker the shadows
Where little beasts hide
Before coming forth
In the perfection of Spring.
They're ugly and hideous,
With eight furry legs,
Long sharp teeth; a venomous soul
They jump with the flexibility of a genius
Their homes are made of silk,
Fragile yet strong and firm,
Shiny and beautiful yet murderous,
Their victims never did bilk.
Oh the Horrors of this perfect Spring,
So horrid they are
Even though with purpose
They ruin this perfection
They invade our homes
They take our thrones
And hiss with black teeth
As though forged by a blacksmith
They come from the shadows
They taint the perfection of Spring
So perfect it is but even it can't keep the shadows at bay so
Those little beast come to play
The Horrors of Spring
They ruin my day.
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Poetry- C o m p l e t e d - Started on the 23. 02. 19 Completed on the 27. 05. 19 DEEP poems And others not so deep. Hope you like them. They get better as you read. #6 quickread || 02. 01. 2019 #262 short || 16. 01. 2019 #2 anythingreally || 23. 02...
