Representative Poetry Online
On this day: April 16th
Random Poem of the Day
1Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
2Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
3Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
4 Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
5The palm and may make country houses gay,
6Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
7And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
8 Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
9The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
10Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
11In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
12 Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!