April
I wandered lonely as a tramp
That staggers across street laden with Extra strong beer
When all at once I saw a sight
The voluptuous curvy Maysphere
Beholden early they are this year
For tis still April yet yonder I see
Firm and bolden round and delightful
Straining longing to be free
There is nought such pleasure for the eyes of men
Nought that fills the heart with cheer
Nought that banishes feelings of woe
Than those most glorious Mayspheres
—
For more on this subject see here and here
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