Shannon has snow on the ground and sleet all around
But I've spent today lying out in the sun
Melissa writes of spring in the air and music in her ears
But these warmer temps mean I'm getting nothing done
There are plenty of tasks awaiting my attention:
There's soil to mound and sushi to roll
There's an oven to clean and chicken impatiently waiting,
But I'd rather find air-conditioning and bowl
No, that's not true either, if the truth be told
I'd rather bug PU and practice my firm hold
Someone has accused me of lacking rhythm and tune
A complaint lodged when I last serenaded the moon
But if you could have heard the base caterwauling last night
You, too, would have hidden in awe-inspired fright
As the newly discovered Comcast karaoke "singing" began
And frightened us all: wild beasts, homebound cats, and the neighbor's whole clan
It's okay, Little Darlings, everything is all right
PU will get over it; just sit tight