(after reading too much Edne St.Vincent-Millay)
No Lord can be looking down on me
As clouds are falling peacefully
My pink skin reddened by the cold
Has not the heart to walk out boldFrom this bus stop shelter by the road
Here waiting for a bus snow slowed
Where I can shiver nothing more
Mid April’s snow storms I abhor
Upon my shoulders most appalling
There’s wet and biting dandruff falling
A no doubt ominous omen
That dead I’ll soon be a snowman
Who never ever will get home
In your sunless world gone monochrome
How like a fin-de-siecle suffragette gone mad
Do I foment - God you’re a cad!
For we on earth are not mere wives
We’re men who pledge to you our lives
Yet I who swore I loved thee once
Now find harsh absence your affront
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