March Madness. - Poem by David Lessard
Is your madness basketball?
or the Spring that just won't come?
do you like your orange juice,
with just a touch of rum?
Do you yearn for sunshine?
that's just around the bend?
or are you hibernating,
until the winter ends?
March madness comes in many forms,
like love, like sports, like weather;
like pollen drifting on the wind,
and you sneeze, out in the heather.
Or you have the baseball fever;
you yell with every pitch;
you choke on beer and hot dogs,
sometimes... life's a bitch.
March madness is once more in the air,
the tempo's fast and fleeting;
you grab whatever floats your boat,
and long for summer's greeting.
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