Another Dull and Miserable Winter's Day

It's raining again, nothing new about that,

so obviously, I feel a little flat.

Still, rain is good for the plants, I say, 

as I sit here in my underpants.

That's a blatant lie, I just used that word to make my poem rhyme.

Hurry up, Springtime.

See, I've done it again,

now I'm going to stop using this pen.