Friday, February 5, 2010

Homebaked Shakespeare

This one's for Phil.

"Groundhog Day"

When forty Winters shall besiege thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy hairy snout,
Then will you feel the sorrow that you sow:
Six more weeks of winter (or thereabout).
Why do you taunt me, Punxsutawney Phil?
Do I go to your hole and pour down gas?
My toes go numb — antic’patory chill—
While you dig deep and warm your furry ass.
But, oh! you’re just a prop, a garden gnome;
No sun nor shadow bends at your command;
We both are victims, trapped in our own homes:
Me of Old Man Winter, and you The Man.
So though your teeth are buck and your eyes beady,
Let’s run away together to Tahiti.

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