May Day

It's May Day;
And is May out?
The Mayflower sets sail,
Looking over the fence,
But not reaping.
Wave upon crest,
Uncertain of rest,
Tossed into the ocean
Turning over and over
Balanced precarious
Trip to, tip to, sway to!
Chance, too many times
Leading an inevitable wake.
Frantically searching rhymes,
In far off lands,
To stand again on Terra Firma
And scream back at the spume
"You bounder, you cheat"
May is not out.