Spring
You
never know what the spring will bring.
It
could be rainy, it could hot
Or
there could be thunder and lightning a lot
Even
though all the flowers bloom,
I am
still expecting some sort of doom.
In
the spring you cannot ski,
And
that is very important to me.
Maybe
this poem is not for you,
If
you like the rain and hot weather too.
I am
just saying I don’t like the spring,
So
don’t take this seriously I am not the king.
