The Rainy Season
By Bob Gaydos
Soggy, sloggy, cloggy, boggy.
Later, foggy?
Spring had finally bloomed.
The bell had been rung.
Planting loomed. Then …
Clung!
‘Tis bone-damp and,
once again, chilly.
For May anyway.
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain.
Refuses
to just go. Away!
Thus, reduced to writing silly rhymes.
Oh, brighter days!
Oh, warmer climes!
A spring with sonnets,
not bonnets?
Rhymes without reason?
… Big Sigh.
Soggy, sloggy, cloggy, boggy.
Grab your boots, fellow travelers.
‘Tis the season.
Tags: Bob Gaydos, May, planting, rain, soggy, sonnets, spring