I am sitting on the sofa trying to write a poem about spring.My tea is getting cold waiting for me.My cat is lying in front of me and washing it's pawsIt is getting on my nerves.It is raining outside.All people are coming along somewhere None of them are smilingSparse birds are sining and the sun is going to show it's face among the clouds.It means spring is coming soonAnd I am writing a poem about it:) f