Sometimes it's not about anything profound or even anything useful. More often than not what runs through my head is not useful. Silliness can be fun, though, and I think Spring brings that out in people. So as a poet I thought I would share this in-depth version of a classic Spring poem:
It’s Spring, it’s Spring,
The bird is on the wing!
Somehow that seems absurd.
I think that it should rather be
The wing is on the bird.
