(At least that’s what meteorologists say
It doesn’t work for everyone
There’s also transit of the sun
Though now it seems unorthodox
To use the vernal equinox)
There are new beginnings, things start to bloom
In the corner of our living room
I’m not talking flowers as you might have thought
No, spring’s a great time of year for sport.
In Formula One it’s ‘Go, go, go’
From Australia through to Monaco
Milan-San Remo, Paris-Roubaix
Cycling classics of one day
Can we pick the winner of the National?
By name, a pin or something rational
Attack the flags, avoid disasters
Who’ll win the jacket at golf’s Masters?
In Sheffield’s Crucible for 16 days
We’ll watch the battles on green baize
Cricket returns, dig out your whites
Play limited overs under lights
May brings the final of the FA Cup
And the end of the leagues, who’s down? Who’s up?
But this year to see these athletes
We have to tune in to repeats
All we can do is persevere
And hope to have a spring next year.
