Mayday Picnic, my friend brought bread
The sun is out! I think the winter is dead!
We have grapes and mead and buns,
And loads of sunshine, tons and tons!
I think I burned my forehead again,
First burn of summer from my snoozing Zen!
Lying in the sun after over half a year,
Eating apples and carrots with beer.
Spread some olives and peppers of bell
On the rye bread and salivate like hell.
Somebody’s cold? Here, have a hug,
And this large-ish cocoa-mug.
That damn cloud brought the winter back,
May is the month of its “I’m back!” attack.
One day sun, next day sleet,
But now I’ll eat this chocolate treat.
There’s a small dog with a stick too big,
I can hear the birds as I take a swig.
Oh my, oh my, how I missed the sun,
And my friends, and the warmth they spun!