This spring snow does not give me a thrill.
Never has, and no doubt never will.
I just want you to know
That I'm ready to go
On the very next plane to Brazil!
I knew that eventually your fondness for Brazil would bring a longing to return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no snow here all winter Victoria BC My grand daughter is in labour with our first great grand sonnice limerick keep em coming