March

This is something I thought of doing early in March, but didn't get around to starting it until about the 28th.

Here's a little poem I wrote for fun at the beginning of the month:

It's the first day of March. As I sit here I'm tryin'

To figure why it must come in like a lion.

There shouldn't be snow, or cold, blustery breezes.

Enough of the flu. I am sick of the sneezes.

It's time to move on from this winter-y gray,

From the weather that keeps us inside all damn day.

You're long and you're wicked. I tell you I am

Hoping you'll truly go out like a lamb.

Well, no such luck. Although Ohio did have a beautiful Easter, March went out like a lion as well and brought his brother to hang around for a while in April.