It must be March, time for spring cleaning.
There's the bucket and mop in it, leaning.
Scrape the floors, walls and ceiling
The smell of Pine-Sol leaves me reeling!
Once I have finished with this ugly mess,
It'll be the 4th of July or later I guess.
© By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)
Hello March, good-bye February,
Some may even worry.
Hello Wind and dreary days,
Goodbye to the sunshiny ways.
Hello March, the candy is all gone,
Now is the time for March songs.
But because of old El-Nino
January storm wonít go away.
March does vary, varies a lot,
But it does not affect the sot.
March brings winds blowing hard,
Canít keep lard in a jar.
But most try March to overlook,
Thinking things may be took.
For as all do remember,
April showers bring flowers.
Hello March welcome to you,
Goodbye February oh so dreary.
Hello sun, goodbye storms,
Spring is just around the corner.
© By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)
March red howled in February! I washed my car, the red winds came. What was a pretty shiny maroon is now a pale rust, and the sky above though blue with fluffy white clouds was not clear. It has been silk-screened with sand, and the wind blows on.
© By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)