Seasons of learning

It’s winter cold. Freezing.
Her hair are like icicles.
I wear a hat.
When the sun comes out
I take out my hat
Her hair melts as if
She just had a shower.
I like summer
We become real persons.
And spring?
We bloom like acacia trees
We are all sneezing
Even our dogs
Are afraid of us.
Of course in autumn
We shave our heads
Smooth like diamonds.
Wealth is a matter of perspective
Is a contention of our debate.
We read Goethe’s Faust
And practice the declamation of Mephistopheles
That’s our four seasons
Not unlike Vivaldi’s
Which we learn during our Art and Music class.

So we begin our poetry class.
Guess what we are learning?

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