Continuing a tradition I started a few years ago, and in memory of a good friend, here is my annual post on the first of May.
I met an irrepressible, kickass octogenarian gal who used the handle Dame Ruth on a different web site a few years ago. She had established a ‘tradition’ over the past few years, publishing a particular poem on May 1st. I hadn’t seen this before, but judging by the comments, others knew of this tradition. Here is her poem, and my responses to it:
It’s the First of May!
My quick response was:
You could try
But not until
At least July
I used Minnesota in the above because I needed a four syllable northern state, not because I was picking on that state. But it started me thinking about Prairie Home Companion, Garrison Keillor and his Norwegian bachelor farmers.
I was alone on my regular daily walk later that day, and my brain needed something to occupy it. So, I worked this out as I walked:
Spring in Minnesota
Through Minnesota’s icy spring
Norwegian bachelor farmers cling
to thoughts of f**king in the hay
outdoors, when comes the First of May.
But Mother Nature’s quite unkind
to Minnesotans so inclined.
Uncaring, oftimes she persists
with snow and sleet and freezing mists.
The farmers, sad, return to hearth
and porno flicks to keep them spry.
Till warmer climes spread farther north,
most likely, not until July.