March Mudness

Yes March is the month of St. Patrick’s Day and the vernal equinox, but…

I know there’s less ice and more thaw

One day’s balmy, but another is raw

Today it is dreary

I’m Cabin Fever weary

And that wasn’t a robin I saw.

Every limerick I start is a dud

I’m overwhelmed by the continuous crud

Of the news every day

It just causes dismay

My Muses are mired in March Mud.