Poetry - I do not Like the Spring

I do not like the Spring

I do not like this wetty thing

I do not like it in the March

I do not like it, it is harsh

I do not like the puddles rainy

I do not like arthritis painy

I do not like it out of doors

I do not like it when it pours

Hear me, help me if you will

The thought of Spring, it makes me ill