Shitty Poem for winter in South Florida

In winter the leaves don't fall
well, some leaves fall
but they do not fill bags on every lawn.
We do not own a rake
or a blower
because we are tropical
and have Cuban restaurants in every strip mall.

In winter the children still play soccer outside
in shorts and t-shirts,
and visit the beach
though the wind has picked up
and it is not
possible
to play frisbee.

In winter we wait for our friends from the snow
to visit
on their way to the new
cruise ships and their
gluttonous escapes
into the Carribean.
We drive them
to the airport.

In winter we unpack our one sweater
and wear it one time
and pack it up again
for next year.

We do not realize that spring has arrived.