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43. Golden Wedding Toast © Bruce Goodman 29 September 2017 |
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(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean sonnet.) |
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At minus two degrees it’s just like summer, At least that summer fifty years gone by. Let’s face it folks, that summer was a bummer; It made the global warming stuff a lie. Fifty years ago my girl was ice; She told me straight, go jump into the lake. Some other things she said weren’t quite as nice. I took the plunge and stayed, for goodness sake! Well, next she entered riding on a high horse Just as autumn leaves were shedding gold; She sneered and said go take a hike, of course. So once again I stepped out in the cold. A toast to icy days when we were young; Yet winter's snug because she's summer's sun! |