April
Is
The
Cruelest
Month,
They
Say,
But
How
About
A
Vote
For
May?
April
Is
All
Bluster
And
Storm,
Plus
A
Reluctance
To
Get
Warm,
While
May
Is
Beguiling
Flowers
And
Bee
Buzz
Hours
To
Dance
And
Play,
Then
I am
Cast
Into
June,
To
Labor
Late
And
Soon.
Oh,
Month
Of
May,
Come
And
Enchant
Today,
And
Promise
Never
To
Go
Away.