Like the rushing wind,
Of a cold early spring storm;
Onward she rides forth.

Broken monitors
Need proper disposal; like
Bad relationships.

Yogurt, mangoes and,
a spread of peanut butter;
Reminds me of wine.

Sneaky moldy bread,
One bite attacks your senses,
Like stinky wet socks.

The fourth month arrives,
Another page turned over;
Lotto fever ends.