To Spring – You Smug Bitch!  
 


I’ve never been keen on your shrill scream of green –  
     Quit littering trees with loud leaves.
I’m done with that old golden-daffodil scene – 
     The foul floral funk that it weaves.
 
Go shove your explosions of burgeoning buds  
     And burn every bothersome bloom.
Bomb each bumbling bee as it buzzes and scuds –  
     Such buoyancy bloats me with gloom.
 
I hate gaudy, flittering, glittery things
     With fluttering wings in full flight –
So, squish the felicity frippery brings.
     Swipe butterfly blights from my sight.
 
Extinguish the flickers of romance brought on
     By tickles of sun overhead.
Hush cherry-kissed lips with their peach-syrup song – 
     Too soon life’s a prune and love’s dead. 
 
Keep silkiest piglets and chicks out of sight – 
     Don’t let oinks and chirps irk my ear.
Boil two Easter bunnies one blue, moonless night
     And cancel the egg hunt this year.
 
Castrate randy rams. I abhor leaping lambs – 
     Their sweet, fleecy kick makes me sick.
I pray that your door to fertility jams – 
     You get on my wintery wick!
 
Your seasonal spree is tormentingly twee –
     Gratuitous glee is a curse.
May frost bite your arse and may ice guarantee
     You’re hurried away in a hearse.

Susan Jarvis Bryant

 
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