The Bard of Sherman Avenue

To An Idaho Crocus, Blooming Early

Oh tiny fearless sprig of green,

such fortitude is rarely seen,

as you brave cold and wet and gray

your soft blue blossoms to display.

But yet beware, you wee, bold hero,

for temps may still drop down toward zero,

and one cold night that’s clear as crystal

would soon flash-freeze your little pistil.

On Televised Congressional Hearings

Quite frankly, sir,

it gives me pause

to behold the creatures

that make our laws.

Spring Tonic

For the blahs and

winter sadness,

nothing beats a

dose of Madness.

This Week’s Weather

Temps were plunging,

snow was storming;

could have used some

global warming.

Footprints In The Snow

That stretch of grass by his back door

had been all white the day before;

those ivy beds out near the gate

were still in snow at half past eight;

though Spring herself he had not seen,

he spied her footprints – they were green.

To A Snow Pile In The Street

Oh great heap of grime,

all gritty and gray,

shall I still see thee

Memorial Day?

Mandrake The Magician Decides To Retire

He grew distracted in old age,

which led to mix-ups on the stage:

quite disregarding lifelong habit

he pulled his hat out of the rabbit.