Thpring hasn't technically thprung yet, but with crocuses coming up in the yard it seems appropriate to post this poem now.
I first encountered it 20 years ago in a print publication called The Insomniac (March 1989), where the citation was to a book called Llovable Lloyd's Poems. It appears not to have been stored anywhere on the internet - at least not at any site searchable by Google (and with search terms like mythia/withia/kithia it shouldn't be hard to locate).
I suspect that various miss-cellaneous people will want to harvest the poem for their blogs, so in case a text version is easier to manage than the image above, here it is in that format.
THPRING
A time of forsythia
When people mythia
And want to be wythia
And maybe kythia
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