Random Acts of Poetry #7

And when it comes down

as, in time it must,

that serious poems have to be writ;

it’s quite easy to adorn a frown,

and don the cloak of an Inuit.

For then you would have two hundred words

for snow;

or maybe fifty,

if you are being thrifty;

and, as any fule kno,

the world will never have

enough snow poems.


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