oh no he didn't

spring comes like a welcome freight train,

here to recover from the fall that fell before winter reigned

Sun of a Bitch summer will follow

with cleavage and ass, making relationships hollow

but for now spring keeps us on the up and up

keeping alive the season's love

We hold our women, gently, like doves

until it's time to release all over unrest,

on her face, her neck, most likely her chest