It is May, and so that means
I’m figuring out my Vermont schemes
The lake is thawed, our shack is calling
So I tell Hubby, let’s not be stalling
We’ll pack up the car with all our loot
Hubby will plan our two-day route
We can’t go ‘till the coast is clear
By that I mean no frost-warning fear
Like tonight, it will be twenty-seven degrees
The shack has no heat, and I don’t like to freeze
The pipes will freeze, too, if too soon we arrive
And so we postpone that very long drive
Memorial Day should be a good time
Spring comes late to Vermont, but is always sublime
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Excellent! I love poems that rhyme! So sorry that spring is taking so long, hmm that’s rough.
Your website is absolutely darling! I love the cat and the cue balls!
Thanks for stopping by, Ann. I don’t know how to write poems that don’t rhyme, so that’s all i do. Hubby helped me put together the web site–he’s a techno-genius! I try to post a poem every Sun, so come on back whenever you need some silliness.
Cute little poem!