Every Year On April 1

Every year on April 1
The fishermen pursue some fun
They grab their lines, their poles, their bait
Eagerly they await this date.

This April Fool’s Day of every year
The very first day of April you will hear
The swoosh, the thud, the splashing about
As fishermen fish, and fish swim out.

And every year on April 1
Just as the fishermen want some sun
The clouds open up and it just pours
So the fishermen dash
To hand fish-selling stores.

1999

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Well, we’ve had sun and we’ve had rain

Well, we’ve had sun

And we’ve had rain

I am happy that neither

Has caused much pain

The summer is might

With its warmth and cool

But this summer, friends

Seems to be cruel

Just when we have

Begun to take it hold

The weather, it does

Another thing bold

So whether the weather

Treats us nice or not

In the summer the weather

Gives us rain that’s hot

I Wonder If there Could Be A Way To Bottle Up These Beautiful Days

I wonder if there could be a way

To bottle up these beautiful days?

To keep them for when we need them

Do you understand what I say?

Right about the middle

Of  November of ever quicker

We might feel chilled or get some snow

And that won’t, for sure make me snicker

I would open the magic bottle

And let some good days out awhile

Some days with sun and warmth and blossoms

That is surely more my style

Today was nearly perfect

I could feel it fine and good

The sun, the temperature ,the people

Doing everything they could

Quick before it’s gone

We clean our houses, rake the yard

For if we wait until it storms

It will just be too damn hard

9/7/00

At Last

At last, Wednesday came on the scene

The weather is lousy but not quite so mean

As you may have guesses about heat I’m just not keen

Didn’t like it even when I was a teen

What will Thursday produce- weather wise – I ask

I hope it is most delightful and needn’t be taken to task

In fact if it were just right we could use the sun and bask

But if it’s too hot again?

Stay inside and fax

7/23/02

When The Sun Was Out We Thought It Swell

We wondered a lot

And we thought a bit as well

When the sun was out

We thought it swell

But then the clouds

Obscured the air

We complained to each other

“This just ain’t fair”

Before we knew

What was going on

The sun came back

The rain was gone

How can one prepare

One’s day’s attire

Might just as well

Go take a flyer

Perhaps the best idea

Of any there is

Is just to dress minimally

And ignore every quiz

So if people ask

What’s going on

Just smile and fade away

Then you’ll be gone

All of the Days of the Year

The days of spring

Are just so fine

They lengthen out

And become mine

The days of summer

Can get real hot

But I’d rather have them

Than not

The days of fall

Are melancholy

As we wait the days of holy

The days of winter

Give us all a break

From gardens to tend

And lawns to rake

All of the days

Of every year

Have at least one thing

To make me cheer