Classic Poem

Spring, with her proverbial fires,
(I shall to buy some tires),
Warms me to my vernal singing.
(Both my racquets need restringing.)

Now from winter's fastness freed,
(Oh, the summer suit I need!)
Comes the spring, destroying reason.
(Oh, my shoes of yesterseason!)

Welcome, spring, and winter, hence!
(Tennis balls cost fifty cents.)
Spring is here, O sweet my coz!
(Roses, seven bucks a doz.)

Spring, with her proverbial fires,
(I shall to buy some tires),
Warms me to my vernal singing.
(Both my racquets need restringing.)

Now from winter's fastness freed,
(Oh, the summer suit I need!)
Comes the spring, destroying reason.
(Oh, my shoes of yesterseason!)

Welcome, spring, and winter, hence!
(Tennis balls cost fifty cents.)
Spring is here, O sweet my coz!
(Roses, seven bucks a doz.)