David Lessard

Freshman - 744 Points (09-14-1941 / Massachusetts)

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: spring

Comments about March Madness. by David Lessard

  • (3/22/2015 11:23:00 PM)

    Well, you covered everything. March sure is a busy month. My madness is the Spring that just won't come. And I am hibernating! Loved your poem. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/20/2015 8:01:00 PM)

    Have no illusions, David, March is mad in autumn, too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 20, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2016

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