There is one thing I've come to learn,
That without fail the seasons turn.
Like taxes, death and haemorrhoids,
It's something we just can't avoid.
The season marks the passing year,
And depends upon your hemisphere.
Now spring is here down in the south,
Time to clean? HA! Shut your mouth!
I'd rather spend the time outside,
Where in the garden I'll reside.
There's brand new flowers to be admired,
And stuffy noses to be acquired.
There's warm sunshine and gentle breezes,
And bouts of uncontrollable sneezes.
There's lots of babies being born,
Yep ... spiders, snakes and flies will swarm.
And now's the time to fertilise,
And suffer runny, itchy eyes.
Oh look ... a busy buzzing bee,
Now stay away and don't sting me.
I'm resting here ... a little breather,
And cultivating my hay fever.
Yes ... spring is a time to be enjoyed,
And cause irritation to your adenoid.
Happy New Season Everyone!!