March came in
like a tired Zebra
being run down
by a pride of Lions.
But no, not now,
she's going out like
a ***** old Mule
kicking in the stall.
As you know, mules are *****
you couldn't have said it better yourself.
Spring comes in March,
I'd like to know who ever
thought that date up.
I've been shovelling snow
while it's ten below.
I went out and bought
a rake a ***** and a ***
Wishful thinking on my part
the ground is still hard.
I'm going to plant flowers
And raise a high fence
so the Deer's mouth will water
but it will get no feed.
Good riddance March
and your frigid temperatures
I don't want to see your face
for another year.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
March came in
like a tired Zebra
being run down
by a pride of Lions.
But no, not now,
she's going out like
a ***** old Mule
kicking in the stall.
As you know, mules are *****
you couldn't have said it better yourself.
Spring comes in March,
I'd like to know who ever
thought that date up.
I've been shovelling snow
while it's ten below.
I went out and bought
a rake a ***** and a ***
Wishful thinking on my part
the ground is still hard.
I'm going to plant flowers
And raise a high fence
so the Deer's mouth will water
but it will get no feed.
Good riddance March
and your frigid temperatures
I don't want to see your face
for another year.
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