spring tart

~

spring tart ( by final vernal warning )



come hither

let's dither

as serpents

they slither


with vigour

we'll whisper

as archers

they quiver


with glitter

& mirrors

as fools run

with scissors ( ! )


let's blither

by rivers

til autumn

leaves wither

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rural affairs

at first they were grazing in the greensward of the vale

then further plus gradient

over that dale





later somehow they managed to acquire passports

many sights their eyes saw

on their extensive world tour





then apparently they went all over the place

they plodded through time

they ambled through space





yes throughout existence with a moo they didst roam

but in last night's omen

the cows came home





forever

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