It's been a while since I wrote a poem,
Especially one with rhyme.
I wish I'd done one sooner, but
I didn't have the time.
First we sprung the clocks ahead,
And then we got more snow.
When the season does get here,
Even birds will know.
I just wish Spring would hurry up
And show us all some signs
Because I'm having trouble with
Creating written lines
Of poetry to fill this post.
I guess I'll end it soon.
New Hampshire has a ski resort
The name of which is Loon.
The end.
