Martin Pease

April snow and now May rain Birds sing their little tweet-tweet No more slush and no more sleet The lawn rises, verdant again Push on, clone, push on That's a lot of grass! Makes me tired, just to think Of all that mowing, but mmm this drink Sure is tasty as I sit on my ass Push on, clone, push on Jason whips his rowers The Argus never slowers Coffee's for closers This water's for mowers Quit yer whining, clone, push on The Joneses must be kept up to He's out there daily with a trimmer Before the sunlight fades to dimmer The grass must be just so Push on, clone, push on I survey the finished spread Pleased in all my hard work Don't give me that smirk Cheerless clone! Now's it's off to bed Well done, my clone, well done

O Winter! Our frosty friend It's time to depart My love for you is at its end You were quick to start November chill, December snow Long since your charms did depart Time's up, time to go Back to sleep, so Spring can wake And I can wear the Speedo To the lake- a double-take As I swan along the beach Even the waves themselves do quake! So Winter, we beseech Let March alone to thaw and warm Send back the ice, park the plow Our backs are bent from shoveling harm Our ears are blue from the frost that bites Our visages grimace from your icy storm Your endless blustering, your petty spites Enough is more than enough Simmer down, go home, by all rights Your constant presence is like a rash The ointment doesn't relieve As unwelcome as fried Spam hash Leave!