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Once upon an evening cheery, while I pondered, bushed and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious bit of VFTT lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a crashing,
As of someone harshly banging, banging at my chamber door,
"'Tis the other, " then I muttered, "banging at my chamber door --
*************************************** She's had enough, there's hell in store."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was long beyond December,
And each separate howling snowstorm had dropped its load outside the door.
Sadly then I cursed the morrow; -- vainly I had tried to borrow
From my skis surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the god notorious --
For that cold and northern wind, which the Greeks called Boreas --
*************************************** Sorrow for that god notorious.
For the howling, drifting snow borne by each new nor'easter
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic pleasures never felt before;
So that now, to hide the beating of my heart, I stood whispering
"'Tis the other seeking entrance at my chamber door --
Yep, the other's seeking entrance at my chamber door; --
*************************************** She's had 'nuff winter, wants no more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Wife," said I, "for this again, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so fiercely came you banging,
And so fiercely came you banging, banging at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I'd greet you " -- here I opened wide the door; ----
*************************************** To hear her cry, "PLEASE, NO MORE!"
Deep into that hallway peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
All while dreaming dreams no skier ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only sound there spoken was these whispered words, "No more!"
This she whispered, and her echo murmured back the words, "No more! --
*************************************** I've had enough, want nothing more!"
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a crying somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely there is something at the NOAA web site;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and perhaps she won't deplore --
Let my browser seek the forecasts, short and long, the 'Net explore;--
*************************************** Nope, still winter; yep, there's more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a curse and stutter,
In she stepped not like the saintly days of yore;
Not the least small talk made she then; not an instant stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of angry lady, flung aside my chamber door --
Flung at me a tube of klister from beyond my chamber door --
*************************************** Shook, and sat, and said naught more.
Then this sorry bird beguiling my scared fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance she wore,
"Though thy drive be plowed and scrape-ed, thou," I said, "art sure not happy,
Ghastly grim and angry spouse wandering from the Cumby store --
Tell me what thy fervent wish is, with the equinox on our door."
************************************** Quoth the other "PLEASE, NO MORE!"
So, have you had enough of Old Man Winter, now that the vernal equinox is upon us? Or are you secretly wishing it keeps on snowing right into May? Please register your position in the poll, and then tell us where you stand, with a reply here (if you dare ..........)
Over many a quaint and curious bit of VFTT lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a crashing,
As of someone harshly banging, banging at my chamber door,
"'Tis the other, " then I muttered, "banging at my chamber door --
*************************************** She's had enough, there's hell in store."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was long beyond December,
And each separate howling snowstorm had dropped its load outside the door.
Sadly then I cursed the morrow; -- vainly I had tried to borrow
From my skis surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the god notorious --
For that cold and northern wind, which the Greeks called Boreas --
*************************************** Sorrow for that god notorious.
For the howling, drifting snow borne by each new nor'easter
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic pleasures never felt before;
So that now, to hide the beating of my heart, I stood whispering
"'Tis the other seeking entrance at my chamber door --
Yep, the other's seeking entrance at my chamber door; --
*************************************** She's had 'nuff winter, wants no more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Wife," said I, "for this again, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so fiercely came you banging,
And so fiercely came you banging, banging at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I'd greet you " -- here I opened wide the door; ----
*************************************** To hear her cry, "PLEASE, NO MORE!"
Deep into that hallway peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
All while dreaming dreams no skier ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only sound there spoken was these whispered words, "No more!"
This she whispered, and her echo murmured back the words, "No more! --
*************************************** I've had enough, want nothing more!"
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a crying somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely there is something at the NOAA web site;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and perhaps she won't deplore --
Let my browser seek the forecasts, short and long, the 'Net explore;--
*************************************** Nope, still winter; yep, there's more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a curse and stutter,
In she stepped not like the saintly days of yore;
Not the least small talk made she then; not an instant stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of angry lady, flung aside my chamber door --
Flung at me a tube of klister from beyond my chamber door --
*************************************** Shook, and sat, and said naught more.
Then this sorry bird beguiling my scared fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance she wore,
"Though thy drive be plowed and scrape-ed, thou," I said, "art sure not happy,
Ghastly grim and angry spouse wandering from the Cumby store --
Tell me what thy fervent wish is, with the equinox on our door."
************************************** Quoth the other "PLEASE, NO MORE!"
So, have you had enough of Old Man Winter, now that the vernal equinox is upon us? Or are you secretly wishing it keeps on snowing right into May? Please register your position in the poll, and then tell us where you stand, with a reply here (if you dare ..........)
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