Once upon a snow day dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a warm day of summer yore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my kitchen door.
“ ’Tis the oil man,” I muttered, tapping at my kitchen door —
Only to deliver more !
Over many a warm day of summer yore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my kitchen door.
“ ’Tis the oil man,” I muttered, tapping at my kitchen door —
Only to deliver more !
Ha! I knew that sounded familiar. Nice take-off!
ReplyDeleteThanks Howard!
DeleteVery fitting for this time of year----bring on spring
ReplyDeleteHi Bill,,spring seems like a long way away now..here in Maine we're regressing rather than progressing..thanks for stopping by.
DeleteVery good- I enjoyed it as I look out the window at yet more snow falling.
ReplyDeleteYup..it finally stopped here in Belfast around 3..egads..no ice out until July 1..
DeleteBrilliant! My deepest sympathies...
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