one's thermometer says all
Neurotic poetry
you call erotic
read some of mine
and twill put all to shame
as you thrust
afford pain
she relishes most
I can't give you my name

as poetry Romantic alone
since birth was my only game

what a shame
life ebbs now puts me to shame

my thermometer goes lame
jerry you love
with words to ferry

All love the sliced up
when it comes to curry
so don't hurry
enjoy the erotic-
lock and key

the thermometer says all
neurotic poetry you call erotic read some of mine and twill put all to shame as you thrust afford pain she relishes most I can't give you my name as poetry Romantic alone since birth was my only game what a shame life ebbs now puts me to shame my thermometer goes lame jerry you love with words to ferry All love the sliced up when it comes curry so don't hurry

Spring...Summer...Autumn...Winter...Snow.........>>>>Spring again

In spring
you sprung
Yes or no

In summer you always sweat
of course both during day and night
all know

In autumn
we shed off like birds
they clothes
we ego
and
autumn too comes and goes
well all now know

In winter
we cover ourselves
to avoid full shame
as we lay
and
play nightly
games

well then in snow
we enjoy many a glide
in hills outside
Mount Galberth and so on
we sledge and wear snow man's clothing on
ere we expose
before the coming dawn
and
are very much gone

then again
the cycle restarts
we all spring
again a year advanced
A Happy Birthday next

but

old guys like us
may sulk
as we all near
our loving inevitable end

But seasons remain
indifferent
to man,
they come and go
warm up all say
Global or so

Then once the cycle
is complete
we earthlings won't know
before that we all go

Only seven or maximum nine
spans
Seasons carry on...
so never say
Adieu
Au Revoir
nor
Amen
you may see me tomorrow
once again

All life is seasonal
know ye
If you are human!