Winter was white, when we were wee
With snow on the branch of ilka tree
Whirling flakes on a blue grey sheet
What's happened since would gar you greet.
With carbon footprints of monstrous size
We've killed off winter before our eyes
What we get now is rain and sleet
Wallows of mud and freezing feet.
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
Withered away for good I fear
Welcome Jack Frost? He's left, he's flown
Wet as a whelk, and woebegone.
Wan is the light, and dark the sky
Whistling winds, rent clouds race by
Will we have summers dry and hot ?
When Hell freezes over, like as not.
Author notes
Scotticisms
ilka - every
gar you greet - make you cry
A contest entry
- I Hate Winter! by Yemassee.
650 points, ended December 26, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"...With carbon footprints of monstrous size.."
That image imprints upon the mind,
as well as the other swiftly moving lines, the woebegone Jack, the rain and mud.
Yes, this definitely impacts the mind.
If you would like a few snow mountains
for your front yard, I have some in mine...
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oops. my clappies didn't show up the first time - NANGALEEMA
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wow! you've done wondrously well. i've never seen so many w's in the same place at the same time in all my life.
nifty read. loved the "Scotticisms". great subject matter and fun treatment of it. - NANGALEEMA -
Wow, look at all those W's.
It's too good a poem for any contest I would ever host, beautiful to read, to mull over...why do I want to say "wead," and "wull" over? I like reading scottisims, I even entered a contest of yours ages ago, I entered a Scottish cutting poem and won gold. I think it was some bad poem contest or other...Whoot, I was the worst!
My w's are coming wast and wurious now...
Ok, silliness aside, it is of course an enjoyable poem, not only talent wise but for its subject...seasons change and so do we and that is the crux of the poem I think, we change and are never the same...and we look back fondly at how things were. We do it with the weather, we do it with most things...I do it with Moxie...the idiots changed the label to some modern crap...sorry, I lost my way for a second.
Thank you for entering the poem, it is easily one of my favorites in the contest.
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I love the use of Jack Frost...very cute touch to this already hilarious wintery poem.
love it! The last line really made me smile. Great job! Good Luck in the contest! -
Oh wow the flow of this piece is amazing! I love the word usage and the theme! well done!
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