April is the kindest month
Sending sweet Thames,
Softly running,
From the heavens
Stabbing March's thirst
With an audible gasp
Chaucer said so
April is the cruellest month
Dragging lazy lilacs
To the earth's surface
Churning unkindly memories
and futile desires,
Stuffing stubborn roots
With springish Adam's ale
Polluted Thames falling purified
Eliot said so
Aprill is a misspelt month
I wonder why poets use it so
The only thing I like of it -
The gentle song of spring
Who'd say no?