April surprises. Its
skinny legs running toward you, like
every other April you've ever seen. But still...
Its blatant sex appeal: leaves,
bees, birds, flowers. Its fake
Iris brogue. Its cornball sensual appeals.
April is a phony, but you still want to sleep with it.
You've seen it all before, but you want to kiss it.
It is stunningly obvious that it has fooled you once again.