Bag Of Dicks

Spring had sprung

Fun times begun

But now I’m afright

My yard is all white

 

Through it I’ll go

This stupid Spring snow

Horses need care

Buyers beware

 

You’ll get through winter

With nary a hinder

But oh the month of Ides

Will find you back inside

 

One month, but four seasons

I find no good reason

I’ll limp out there and take my licks

The month of March is a big bag of dicks

 

And not the good kind of bag of dicks either…..

 The staff, 

THIS IS BULLSHIT ACRES