Not quite the same tone as Thomas Moore’s
Last Rose of Summer but I followed the form.
The Last Snow of Winter
T’was the last snow of winter
But happened in May
So I dared to defy it
And walked anyway
As it pelted my jacket
I bowed my head low
And it seemed to be laughing
As onward I’d go
So I chuckled ‘long with it
Enjoying the fun
Though in May I’d like better
To walk in the sun
Do not worry, spring weather
You’ll warm soon enough
Your sweet flowers will flourish
Though now it is tough
The May snow was so thrilling
But I caught a chill
And it didn’t take long then
My health went downhill
And I took to much sneezin’
Grew cold and then hot
The last snow of the season
Been better if not
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