A Goliard - Poem by Morgan Michaels
Posed now to swing
back to where it set out from-
back to its frilly beginning,
friction, gravity- everything, overcome,
the year's yellow pendulum:
We'd grow bored with you, too, Spring,
you can be sure, ahum,
(for we do tire of everyone and anything)
and well might find you muddlesome
but that you us bring
pie-eyed bunnies with piebald noses; Does
tripping timidly across the road
underwater rumblings and the un-noisome
waftings of summer roses;
cowslips and cuckoos that sing
coocoocachoo- I'm talking t' you, ya bum- '
and you reply 'I, Yankay, am Spring-
avoid me like the plague, do not be dumb,
or join my merriment.
For each disconsolate lover one's made merrier-
maybe even more. Therefore, caveat amator-
enjoy my green beginning
whereyousoeverare. And why not?
Cool, now, t'will soon be overing and hot.
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