Tis Spring.

A pagan lass, the goddess of spring
The proper spring, she did then bring
the time for sex and merriment
all proper like with money spent

Those ewes now lamb out in the farms
how sweet! But I do want to harm
for mint now grows there in the soil
and lamb chops cook quite well in foil.

The time for song for fighting cocks
and back and forward hips now rock
to gather nests and plan for sprogs
find spawn in ponds, made nice by frogs.

Blooming trees and bread and cheese
summer clothes to buy obviously
But the Goddess grins she knows it all
that snow in April could then fall.

And wait for the sound of man’s dismay
He wished he bought that extra hay
and flip flops don’t do well on ice
Seen on you tube, I’ve watched it twice.

Men thinks she’s sweet. A maiden, weak
but she has got a wicked streak
a sense of humour, a little coy
to tease us all, she does enjoy.