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38. New Zealand springtime © Bruce Goodman 29 August 2017 |
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(The poetic form selected for this month is the standard habbie.) |
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Spring has almost sprung Down Under, Then summer will rip spring asunder. But first the cuckoo ‘cross the tundra Sings a lot. Our cuckoos whistle! What a blunder! I quite forgot. Then let us think of little lambs Cavorting round with new-born charms. All hardened hearts are then disarmed. What a clot! They’re born in winter on the farms. I quite forgot. Let’s call to mind the blossom trees! Their beauty brings us to our knees! Pinks and whites in gentle breeze. I’ve gone to pot! The florets burst in frosty freeze. I quite forgot. Springtime comes all to and fro, The ducklings hatched a month ago, Mountains may still get some snow. It’s ordered not! The spring’s a messy dance you know. I quite forgot. |