Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth 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.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
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Comments1JUST READ "ANCIENT MUSIC" BY EZRA POUND, QUIRKY AND FUNNY POEM WITH ALL THE WINTER PROBLEMS. HILARIOUS! LOVED THE GODDAMM PART! EZRA REALLY KNOS HOW TO SHOW THE FRUSTATIONSS OF WINTER. LOL!