My Favorite Season
It’s not when the leaves turn or the snow falls.
It’s not when the flowers bloom or the days are long.
It’s when the McRib® is put to bed
for it’s ten month hibernation
and the green milkshakes all appear
with a school of crisp fish sandwiches—
Deep fried protein from the sea,
tartar sauce with extra pickles—
Then a frosty mint delight
sprouting from no earthly garden.
Let it kill me on Good Friday—
then restrain me in my tomb.
I’ll come back out Thanksgiving Day—
for a tangy barbecue fueled doom.