A Warning for Skippy...

Storm Warning

Snow to sleet to hail

Winds that tear blossoms from trees

Tornado sirens blare

Spring is coming

April Poetry Month Looms

Skippy hides in her basement

No more free verse!
Stop the rhymes!

March in like a lion

Out like a lamb

Iambic Pentameter hides in wait

Haiku crouches to pounce

Can she make it?
Will she survive?
April is coming.

March to May

Cancer cards have been played

But bribes are still accepted

You have three weeks

Make your best offer...