Shall we meet on some vacation,
Soaked in summer perspiration
Or put it off till August
When the rains no longer dog us
Or shall I look for you in autumn
Seeking out your soggy bottom
Wrapped in leaves of red and gold
While your ass is growing cold
But not as cold as winter’s blast
Be you ever so steadfast
Will you be on some new caper
Despite the freezing vapor
Or, alas! not until spring
Shall I find you on the wing
Pushed along on some tornado
Nearly halfway to Laredo
Whatever is the season
You choose to fry or freeze in
I hope it’s not too long, my lover
Or soon we’ll have to start all over
exiles child 
Gloriously fun! Nothing. like rhyming quatrains to clear the head.
Doesn’t matter what the weather
If two can meet and be together.
Failing that, an amusing rhyme
Can also help to pass the time.
Mike, Thank you for emailing me this delightful poem. I tried to respond