March Madness, by Jim Farfaglia
Somebody above missed the message
that winter’s officially done;
the white stuff keeps fallin’,
the big trucks keep plowin’
and nobody’s having much fun.
We’ve had enough of skiing,
of sledding and cute snowmen;
still the temperature ain’t risin’,
and golfers are agonizin’
over when they’ll see green grass again.
I’d be happy to deliver the word
if I could just find Mr. Sun.
It sure would be pleasin’,
if we had a new season;
here’s hoping he sends the right one!