You call this spring, humans?
You would hang your proverbial hat on this? This dithering nincompoop of a month? Oh, I’m not ready to be warm, oh, but not ready for more snow, I can’t decide… What indecisive balderdash!
I have written a haiku dedicated to this sniveling weather:
Spring has sprung, humans
It has been released somewhere
You better catch it
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