When icicles last in my dooryard formed,
It was March and frigid...
I had to go to work that day,
Though my digits all were rigid.
A foot of snow lay on the ground,
All pure and white and glowing;
I started up the car,
Dreading where i was going.
I didn't dread work so much.
But the roads that all were slippery;
I had to drive real cautiously,
So my car wouldn't do a filppery.
When snow last in my yard did fall,
It was early in the morning;
It was broadcast on the radio,
So we did have lots of warning.
I got to work on time,
Thank the Lord for that;
It was warm inside the office,
As I shedded my coat and hat.
When icicles last in my dooryard formed;
It was March and it was freezing;
Now that I'm out west at last,
It's a hellava lot more pleasing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think it's easier to appreciate this in August, heh heh. But I love the title and I love the style. It really made me laugh.