Winter's a-comin', goldarnit!

On this day, our seven-eleven (7-11-07), Torontonians awoke to Celsian zero-zone weather--sub-freezing with the wind-chill factor--while snow-coloured clouds hung menacingly over our front-yard Maple, ironically still richly clad in golden leaves.

It made one think of Ezra Pound's variant rewrite of the Olde English song "Svmer is icumen in Lhude sing cuccu!"

You may recall that Pound put his parodic song this way:

Winter is icumen 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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