We gratefully remember
Heroes’ sacrifice.
As she breezes in
Women feel her namesake chill
Men: bothered and hot.
Dragged into the fray,
He’s the reluctant brother,
Just leave him alone.
‘Neath the cool soil
Burns such a fertile hatred
As to sprout madness.

Spring is in the air.
He lopes across the prairie
So hide your daughters.

Crime’s not a fairway
To make a living these days.
Just ask Sports Master.