March now
The glory of Spring teases us from the horizon
But the day itself is cooler than the love-child of Fonzie and a polar bear
Yet still I hope
Light evenings
BST winks at us from t’other end of the month
Saying ‘Come and see me soon’ and ‘Stay a while, ol’ partner…
…but not quite yet’
Better times
Warmer days and warmer nights bring warmer hearts and warmer smiles
Yet still I deal with grumpy twats at work every day
Men are tossers
(And you thought haiku was the only form of poetry I could do badly. Shame on you.)
RC 5-3-15
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