Ode to Spring Fever

Roses are red
Spring is my rhyme
Good thing it’s March
Or it’d be the wrong time.
You can tell by the way
Some people get antsy
How their thoughts of “like”
Now turn to fancy.
But it’s not for naught
It’s just part of the order
Men get more chivalrous
Short skirts will get shorter
But it’s all sadly false
There’s cold to be had
Your bones will still ache
Just ask your dad.
He watches the weather
And calls to give word
It’s snowing in Alaska
Haven’t you heard?
But pay no attention
To that mere distraction
We’re talking of Spring time
Lust and attraction.
Remember back when
“They” caught your eye
You thought it was love,
But it’s really a stye.
How you long for a fix
A treatment, a cure!
Some secret weapon
To use as a lure.
Please just be patient
Don’t start your groanin
Remember how Leno
Won over Connan?
Now that’s a sad story
A very sad song
Much like your grandma
Dressed in a thong.
So back to my point
This Spring Fever pickle
Love is quite strange, threatening and fickle
So when it comes time
And you are all flustered
Just remember the seasons
And please pass the mustard.