Third World Month of May

Now the village welcomed
The so-called merry month of May
The playful raindrops fell
The earth exuded
A humid musty smell
And the overcast sky's cut
By jagged electric energy
O, how the toads croaked with glee
As iguanas sauntered oblivious
To the mantis's mantra-praying
For cicadas to please cease
Their toneless bleating finally.
But then a child screamed
His last shrill eerie hungry plea
His jaundiced bloated belly burst
His ina sang her loneliest uyayi.
Now that was not exactly
A merry merry month of May.