Winter,
Reminds me of Splinter,
From the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles show.
He lived in a dark depressing sewer you know.
Now when it comes to spring,
My bank account goes “cha-ching”
It’s the sound of all my money being withdrawn,
It’s spring break, and I am gone.
Gone to Cancun,
Only to return soon,
To the sounds of summer.
Michelangelo would say “bummer”
Because he likes the dampness of the underground,
Whereas people like you and me flock to the playground.
Fall is when I start to get depressed once more,
Raking the leaves is such a goddamn chore.

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