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.
Graeme Sandford 