Spring Is A ‘Happening’
It’s time for spring
and all turns green.
Can you hear the birdies scream?
Winds will blow.
Pay the toll.
Now, it’s time for rock & roll.
Just a fleck.
What the heck?
Slippery, almost broke my neck.
Still some ice,
like frozen mice.
Watch your step or fall down twice.
See the moon
soak up gloom.
Watch out for the Moonie loon.
All will share.
It’s everywhere.
I feel it coming in the air.
Lying with your lass.
Splendor in the grass.
Love is something that can last.
There’s still crime.
Do the time.
Get out when it’s summertime.
Make a toast.
Too the host.
Wonder which she loves the most.
It’s crying time.
She’s not mine.
Wasted love is such a crime.
What to do
Without you.
I feel like Alley Oop from Moo.
Beat my chest.
Scream protests.
It’s male pride and nothing less.
I’m moving on.
She’s now gone.
Try to figure out what went wrong.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2011)