I thought that I'd be glad to see,
the end of winter's tricks.
But now I'm so consumed in sweat,
cause it's a sunny, eighty-six.
Can it be, I'm one of those,
that simply can't be pleased?
And there's way too many birds around,
uh oh,, ACHOO!, I sneezed.
I don't know whether it's just me,
is the weather too dry or wet?
I know that I don't like the cold,
but it could be better yet.
I feel healthier in the winter,
though in warmth, I'd rather be.
And it's pretty to see the flowers bloom,
and some green leaves on a tree.
The dandelions have all died,
but weeds are flourishing everywhere,
And after mowing, I often find,
some spiders in my hair.
Spiders simply, I don't like,
they are a dreaded sight.
I remember well, my leg did swell,
from a brown, wood spider bite.
I've just got out the window fans,
but still, I'm soaked with sweat.
Four months ago, I wanted June,
just why, I now, forget.