My Little Poem About Spring

By Streeter Seidell, age 21



Oh, look out the window

And what do you see

A small humming bird

Buzzing your tree.

And right at the moment

It goes off like a flare

The weather is warm

And spring is in the air



Soon I will be cavorting

With my friends, I assume

Drinking, for once

Outside of my room.

And when that first Natty is cracked

On a field of green grass

I will smile and cheer

And out will I pass.



But when I come to

What a wonderful sight,

10,000 frisbees

all in full flight.

There are girls out a'jogging

And boys staring in awe

At the beautiful bouncing bodies

Which lowered their jaws.



I turn to my left

And what do I see?

A fine lovely lady

Staring at me.

So I ask why she is looking

From her spot on the grass

And she tells me, "because

you have dirt on your ass."



Oh Christ, by this comment

I was truly hurt

Until, that is, I realized

I could see up her skirt.

So I tilted my head

For a last glance at her crotch

then told all my friends

so they could go watch.



And after the peeping

To the grill we did head

To cook up some animals

Once alive and now dead.

As the fat crackled

Like a choir in mass

I realized that today

I had skipped all my class.



But not to be bothered,

I feasted on meat

And sipped my cold beer

While a dog licked my feet.

"What else is Spring

Besides beer, broads, and fun?"

I asked myself

As I grilled up a bun.



I've suffered through snow

Through rain and through sleet

So I knew that this moment

Could never be beat.

I was one with the world

In my head, not a care

And I knew in an instant

That Spring was in the air.



For Jeanne and Jamie, my topless gymnastics companions. You are the embodiment of Spring.