| The pools are fringed about with ice,
A bluish tint is on my nose; I'm digging now to raise the price Of heavy winter underclothes. The leaves have fallen from the trees, They lie in heaps upon the ground; An achey pain shoots through my knees; My overcoat cannot be found. The ice man looks so sad and meek, On him I do not deign to smile. That frozen chunk I bought last week I think will last me quite awhile. But sad to say, when I begin To see my ice bill shrink, alas! I have to put the heater in And pay just twice as much for gas. |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
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