Poem:Spring Clean.

Spring Clean.



In the chilly aftermath

Of winter’s harsh domination

All is left beleaguered and bemused,

Dull brown and dried out crispy leaves

In slimy carpets underfoot

To catch a step unwary.

It’s a spring cleaning we need now

To polish up the coated paths,

Use elbow grease to shift the muck,

Then artfully arrange to place

Some plumped up primrose cushions

Upon a bright green couch of grass.



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