I Recant
Anything nice
Ever said about ice,
Or anything sweet about snow--
Don't ask me why
I wrote it, I
Was deluded and really don't know.
And every kind word I wrote of snowflakes
(Please don't shun or demean me, we all make mistakes)
Every one of those lies I will now gladly take
And stuff what I wrote down my throat.
I don't like it, I don't love it;
I just pummel, shovel, shove it;
While I wish for better boots and warmer coat.
