Auge in the Ham

Having driven in one day from sandcastles to snowmen, a little "Ancient Music" from Ezra Pound (with slight alteration) seems temporarily appropriate:




Winter is icummen in.

Lhude sing Goddamm.

Snoweth drop and staineth slop,

And how the wind doth ramm!

Sing: Goddamm.

Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,

An ague hath my ham.

Freezeth river,  turneth liver,

Damn you, sing: Goddamm.