My Little Poem About SpringBy Streeter Seidell, age 21Oh, look out the window And what do you seeA small humming birdBuzzing your tree.And right at the momentIt goes off like a flareThe weather is warmAnd spring is in the airSoon I will be cavortingWith my friends, I assumeDrinking, for onceOutside of my room.And when that first Natty is crackedOn a field of green grassI will smile and cheerAnd out will I pass.But when I come toWhat a wonderful sight,10,000 frisbeesall in full flight.There are girls out a'joggingAnd boys staring in aweAt the beautiful bouncing bodiesWhich lowered their jaws.I turn to my left And what do I see?A fine lovely ladyStaring at me.So I ask why she is lookingFrom her spot on the grassAnd she tells me, "becauseyou have dirt on your ass."Oh Christ, by this commentI was truly hurtUntil, that is, I realizedI could see up her skirt.So I tilted my headFor a last glance at her crotchthen told all my friendsso they could go watch.And after the peepingTo the grill we did headTo cook up some animalsOnce alive and now dead.As the fat crackled Like a choir in massI realized that todayI had skipped all my class.But not to be bothered,I feasted on meatAnd sipped my cold beer While a dog licked my feet."What else is SpringBesides beer, broads, and fun?"I asked myselfAs I grilled up a bun.I've suffered through snow Through rain and through sleetSo I knew that this momentCould never be beat.I was one with the worldIn my head, not a careAnd I knew in an instantThat Spring was in the air.For Jeanne and Jamie, my topless gymnastics companions. You are the embodiment of Spring.