Summerfall Winterspring
Summer
The summer-salted Whoopsie Daisy
plays the drums—a daisy drummer.
She plays her ten tin drums,
but also likes to bike!
To summer eyes, she’s quite the tyke!
Whoopsie Daisy,
Decide, pick one:
Ride, or drum?
Hit the drums, or hit the road?
Road, or ten drums?
Fall
The Dandy Lion in his autumn attic:
autumn-motivated, he’s a roly-poly,
pansy-posey, rosy, kittycat-ic,
Purr-plexed fall fanatic.
Purr-snickety, fur-lickety,
too tricky, too picky,
claw-walky, back-talky,
too mewey, too lippy.
Tulippy?
Winter
The winter-rested Collie Flower
keeps his mittens in a tent—
his winter mitt tent.
Always moving, always growing,
sprouting, budding, buttercupping,
blooming, hopping, lollipopping,
greeting me with gladdy—“Hola!”s.
“Hola!” as well to Silverbell,
and to the very merry Gold.
Spring
The spring-bored, spring-culled,
lily-livered Daffy Dilly:
very silly, very frilly,
very, very willy-nilly,
beaming free her winning grin,
then shouting and pouting
and crowing and cussing—
Crocussing?
Lying and lacking—
Lilac-ing?
Or just kidding?
Orchidding?