the sauce in a big way all winter.
Amidst blizzards they wrestle
unsuccessfully with the dark comedy
of their lives, laughter trapped
in their frigid gizzards. Meanwhile,
the mercury just plummets,
like a migrating duck blasted
out of the sky by some hunter
The Rotterdam Dutchman, with fleet-cutting scates, To pleasure the crowd shows his tricks and his feats; Who, like a rope dancer (for his sharp steels), His brains and activity lies in his heels. The Dutchmen here, in nimble-cutting scates, To please the crowd do show their tricks and feats,
The Dutch that in great Large shoals used to meet, And clapt their crook’d scates on their foot, Now no more dare appear To make folken stare While on the smooth surface they float.”
“Fragments from Old Ballads DESCRIBING THE GREAT FROST AND FAIR ON THE RIVER THAMES IN DECEMBER 1684
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