When Icicles Last In My Dooryard Formed Poem by david lessard

When Icicles Last In My Dooryard Formed

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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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 03 August 2009

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.

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