(Badly butchered poetry a la Bard in commemoration of a serious winter storm)

Alas it is again winter,
and there is great discontent,
made ever more pernicious for the lack of
people BBQing their pork.
What in this troubled season would give greater
lament than promises of a summer unfufilled.
Tis a tale that would stiffen the sinews of a
lamenting winter weary foole, who struts his
new lawn equipment upon the quickly passing
verdant stage and is heard from no more, for his wife
has called him in to complete the unending task of grout
tiling, a task which for him he would pray would always
remain a part of some undiscovered country.
Goodbye spring. Alas we knew thee not perchance only in an oratio.
Adieu, adieu, and adieu to the season most cruel in its apparent
kindness. For winter returns like lean and hungry Cassius, and all
the caesars are but well lit entrees to make him fat.
Spring, wilt thou comest hereafter when Phoebus Apollo
in his daily ride actually decides to return to these liturgical wastes?
Perhaps yet we will have our fling,
if winter will give way to spring.

JMJ
I dunno about this one. Too much like prose chopped up into lines.

Exactly!! This is not meant to be anything else but an example of very bad poetry, meter and all, using a few familiar phrases from the Bard, mercilessly appendaged to words here and there. This is what happens when one is too tired and still insists upon sitting down in a chair far too small for his ursid bulk, to pen some wurds.
But like Robin Goodfellow/Puck doth say, if I have offended, I shall make amends!

(It is STILL snowing up here. Never such a storm hath we seen so late in the year. By the tweaking of a bear's nose, it still simply snows and snows.)

It's good entertainment, but you make a good point. Many moderns would call it great, because anything is great to them! What is "nobility" they ask.

JM
Maybe you should take up snow shoeing.
Ursine bulk, indeed.

Oh CD, thou woundest me!

If it would have snowed more in winter, I would have snowshoed! I have a pair!

I should send you a picture of me and my "friends" for you to see my ursinitude in all its ursidity.