by Janice D. Soderling
The cruelest month's gotta be April
Cause you can't write a limerick on April.
There's not one smutty rhyme
for erotic springtime
.
There's not even a clean rhyme for April.
Janice D. Soderling has contributed several poems to The New Verse News. She has current and scheduled work at Magma Poetry, Borealis, Horizon Review, Bard (England), Tilt-a-Whirl, The Pedestal, Literary Mama, Left Hand Waving, Innisfree Poetry Journal, Barefoot Muse, Willows Wept Review (USA), Lyric Poetry Magazine (Scotland), The Centrifugal Eye, ditch (Canada) The Chimaera (Australia), and the recently released Best of Our Stories anthology. Her poetry was nominated by the Australia-based Shit Creek Review in 2009 for Dzanc Best of the Web, Sundance Best of the Net, and Pushcart.
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