March Madness

There is some truth that madness
Has presided over March,
Though I’m not talking basketball,
Still full of pep and starch.

No, what I am referring to
Is, like a failed exam,
The fact that March forgot
To exit like a little lamb.

We all know what the adage says
And so I was relyin’
On March beginning, as it should,
Like some ferocious lion.

Instead, it tiptoed quietly
And lulled me to believe
That it would stay that way
With nothing hiding up its sleeve.

But now some freezing temperatures
And snow! are on the way.
It’s mean to treat the flowers thus,
So newly on display.

I guess we shouldn’t trust in sayings
Blurted by old wives.
Our senses will alert us
When the proper time arrives.