HEATWAVE

It is so very, very hot,

Steamy, is the texture of snot,

And, goodness knows,

The heatwave grows,

Water's gone, and the food is rot.

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THE MONTH OF APRIL

If you live where there is no snow,

April is when your plants will grow

The baby deer falls from the doe,

You won't need socks to warm your toe,

You shelve long books, like Ivanhoe.

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THEFT OF THE SNOW CABIN

I went to the woods, bought a quaint cabin, made out of snow,

So in the summer, I would have a fancy place to go,

On one hot summer day,

I got off, and away,

My quaint cabin was stolen, and I had lost all my doe.

THE JANUARY WOLF MOON

When the Wolf Moon rises,

There be terror surprises,

The hooting owl,

The wolf howl,

Most dangerous, friendly disguises.

WILLIE THE SUNFISH WANTS A PRESENT

Willie the sunfish, sent Santa a list,

Willie wanted most a watch for the wrist,

Jolly Santa wrote to Willy,

Told Willy he was silly,

But, Santa said Willie will get one, if he shows Santa a fist.

SEASONS FREEZE

When the winter cold, frostbites the frail bones,

And makes fingers ache, that tap on iPhones,

When a missed homeward ride,

Means a slow walk outside,

And one sleepless night of coughing and moans.

THE WEEPING WILLOW TREE

There was a warped weeping willow tree, and it weeped, and weeped away,

It weeped spring, summer and fall, and cried icicles on Christmas Day,

It's parents were cut for firewood,

That made the willow cry real good,

Then the willow was cut for lumber, built a home for Mr. Gray. 

LAMENT FOR THE BABY PLANT

My tomato plant did not get very tall,

It was fine, until we had the snow squall

It would of had a life of green,

If the warm sun it had seen,

Poor thing, almost had no life at all.

CELEBRATE SPRING'S BIRTH DAY, NOT BIRTHDAY

I love the birth day of the spring,

It lures me to both jig and sing,

But the snow,

It did not go,

It's kinda a loose string.

WINTER WOED ME GOOD

It is the winter of my woe,

It got so cold I froze my toe,

Can't pay for heat, I'm out of doe,

The roof caved in because of snow,

I'm burning books, so heat I'll know.

FALL SNOW

As fall begins to go,

Along comes the snow,

First pretty, and then a foe,

Then in inches it starts to grow,

Snowblower man takes all my doe.

HO, HO, HO AND IT'S TIME TO SNOW

Such dreaded heat I can't remember,

I'm using air conditioning in late September,

But soon, ho, ho, ho,

We'll be covered with snow,

In late October or early November. 

I AM LEVER MAN

I gave the planet called world, a tremendous gift,

I invented the lever, now the world has some lift,

Now we can teeter and totter,

And drink lemon-lime water,

Until we're frozen and buried, in a real deep snow drift.

AUF WIEDERSEHEN TO MAY

Auf Wiedersehen to May,

While a volcano spits away,

And, the suns getting hotter,

Dried ponds for the otter,

While polar bears move onto the clay,

Auf Wiedersehen to May,

The glaciers slide into the bay,

Migrationers don't fly,

And, the west lands go dry,

May June bring a much wetter day.

MAY

In May the seedlings upward sputter,

Above the bugs with wings, go flutter,

In the trees,

Peep open leaves,

On golf ball grass, I puts my putter.

IT RAINED ON MY SNOWMAN ARMY PARADE

Down the rain kept coming and washed my snowman army all away,

I was going to invade the neighbor's rhubarb patch on the first full day of May,

With winter labors I made 

My snowmen on parade,

Now, I'll have to start over with clay.

WORM MOON

There was the big old Worm Moon hanging in the sky,

From above my head to the horizon, the little stars would fly,

There the Worm Moon stood as the winter waned,

All dark dimpled, its surface stained,

Till from the edge of the earth the daylights pry.

I WAIL ON MY HORN WHEN, I LOSE MY CORN

Fall is here to freeze my corn,

I wish that fall was never born,

My last rose has died away,

I won't see  flowers until mid-May,

I be all tear drops forlorn,

I guess I'll wail on my English horn.