Though March is but a few days old
I’m disappointed, (truth be told)
That most days are still quite cold
Unlike the dream that I was sold
I was taught that March was Spring
Newly returned birds would sing
And clement weather they would bring
While everyone produced offspring
Instead as I awake each day
The sky is far less blue than grey
There is no sunshine to make hay
And in my bed I’d rather stay
But I will try to keep my cheer
Sunny days may not yet be here
It is the same way every year
Until they arrive I’ve still got beer
James Proclaims! 
12 responses to “A Poem About How The Beginning Of March Is Never Quite As Nice, Weather-wise, As We Expect It To Be”
It’s very sunny here, and the forecast is for warm weather this afternoon.
I shall think of you when enjoying a beer in the garden 😉
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And I shall think of your comment when considering my post-Covid relocation plans…
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So… cheers.
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Essentially yes
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A wise conclusion just recline
if beer runs out, then just drink wine
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Fancy a drop
But over the hop?
Fruit ‘o the vine-
Mmm, that’ll do fine.
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But soon in April we will cheer
Thought weather changes not I fear
The big rules stay the same I hear
It all comes down to having beer
Laughter is contagious. Start a pandemic
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Most months are improved by beer
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In like a lion, out like a lamb.
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That lion catches me out every year
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This is great! I drink beer for purely medicinal reasons, and it sounds like you do too.
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I’m a big fan medicinal beer
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