Okay, I'm getting desperate. It's still snowy out there and it's Day #7 (or so) that the sun's been held hostage. Other people are coping in different ways, according to the radio - one person wore a Christmas sweater to work and another person strung Christmas lights on his/her house and lit them up. It seems irony and sarcasm are the order of the day. How are you other Northern-hemisphere people coping? Hope you're hanging in there. Me - I'm still wearing shorts at home and sewing swimsuits and swim robes for the girls. And just the other day we went out to buy even more pairs of flip-flops. Apart from all that, I've run out of other coping mechanisms and have no choice now but to write nonsense rhymes to keep my spirits up. Here's one - more melancholic than my usual and my archaic English conventions and rhyme schemes are all over the place but what's a person to do? I don't feel particularly wicked or sharp right now, just desperate.
An ode to the coming of spring
(whenever that might be)
O wretched winter, dark and long
Thine welcome overstayeth;
Thou swalloweth the robin's song
And made a March of May-eth.
Why dost thou linger when thou shouldst
Have fled to lands Down Under,
And let the sun do all it couldst
To rend the clouds assunder?
Begone, vile snow and evil wind,
And take thy snow ploughs with thee -
Then let the blessed thaw begin,
That warmth might come, if briefly.
Alas, our skin- it cracketh
As on the winter goes -
We cough-eth and we hack-eth
And have chilblains in our toes.
Now, though the frost be nagging
There is good news to date -
That while the cold be dragging,
The pollen season's late.
Yet -allergies or bitter freeze -
If we a choice could bring
For runny nose or thund'rous sneeze,
It might as well be spring!
Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease . . . sniff.