by GC SMITH
'effen springtime with damn perfection
flowers bloomin' like pastel confection
I'm waiting patiently for winter's freezin'
where I'll wallow in misery beyond all reason.
G.D. summer sure is a bummer
not a thing could be dumber
than a ninety-eight degree number
where we all sweat and cannot slumber.
Fall is for what we wait
it's the portal, it's the gate
time which I think is great
prelude to winter, don't be late
Huffing and puffing
winds a howling
winter's absolutely where it's at
and that my friends simply is that.
Believe this baloney and I'll tell you more.