First Sings Of Spring Poem by Richard Noggin

Spring has sprung.
The grass has Ris.
I wonder were the flowers is?
The sun has rose.
The winter is gone.
It won’t be long
Till I’ll be mowing the lawn.
The birds will sing.
The temperature will rise.
The first pitch will be thrown,
And to my surprise,
Homemade apple pies on the window-sills.
No time to be sick.
Not many bills.
Cause spring has sprung and the grass has ris.
Don’t worry about the flowers
They have already ris.