Rhyme or Reason

I'm a terrible songwriter, but Karen is a wonderful friend. I told her I had a week off work and that I would probably be spending it at home, sulking. And she just said, "Come on over" Like that." She had only one warning to make: "In Winter, this place hibernates" I told her her town was a butterfly, waiting for Summer to flutter her glittery wings. She told me my poetry sucked.