I decided it was time to write some bad poetry. I’m trying to rival the Vogans.
It turns out that bad poetry is just painful in how bad it is to write. Still willing to read it? Don’t say i didn’t warn you!

Ode to Spring

Oh! Budding buds!

And Greening Browns

Leaping hop bugs

Upon the downs

The warming starts

The chill receeds

A spring bird darts

And eats the seed

Nests are built

And so are foals

Away with quilts

Flowers unfold

The crop is sowed

And rain falls on

Warm winds blow

And frost is gone

Coats back in store

Wool trousers hung

Blackbirds crow…

Spring is sprung!

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