The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jun 28, 2006
A Winter's Tale
For twenty days of ice and snow,
With power cuts, and bursting pipe,
Even the kids soon hoped 'twould go,
Began to long for strawberry ripe.
Within the first two weeks of May,
When came the thaw, 'twas here to stay
Though slush and muck replacing snow,
Where piled so high, 'twas slow to go.
The hay was late, the farmers groaned,
Even in June, some heaps remained,
And hay-time, when it came at last,
The sky was black, it rained and rained.
The old man to the young man said,
'This morning when I sallied forth,
The sky, though bright, was very red
And wind's now backing toward the north.
'Twas yester evening, when I saw
Although the stars shone bright and clear,
The waning moon a halo bore
For these three signs we may pay dear.'
'Twas the next morn, when woke the lad,
To find the room looked very bright.
Drawing the curtains, he was sad,
A foot of snow fell in the night.
