We had talked to a friend down in PA
toward winter’s end in their brutish fray
and he could portend a better day
whilst hoping a few were on the way.
But as we talked, I heard a “Yipes!”
for he had balked at frozen pipes.
From the dreary North, this we did learn:
ice ushered forth – it was THEIR turn!
Indeed, as some in Dixie had noted
in various casual posts,
they had become unwitting,
shilling winter hosts.
Thus, in keeping with their dark fears
they had temps not seen in twenty years.