The whole poem, from Richard’s Poor Almanac…-March comes in on clumsy feet. Kicks the trashcans down the street. Spills some garbage on the lawn. Blows the rest to Hellandgone. Knocks the branches off the trees. Gives the power lines a squeeze. Then March leaves & as it goes the sun comes out. Then it snows.
The whole poem, from Richard’s Poor Almanac…-March comes in on clumsy feet. Kicks the trashcans down the street. Spills some garbage on the lawn. Blows the rest to Hellandgone. Knocks the branches off the trees. Gives the power lines a squeeze. Then March leaves & as it goes the sun comes out. Then it snows.