HONKUS
WIARTON WILLIE VS. RATUS HONKUS
Ice inches thick Recently a friend said: The snow is so
beautiful But he hails from a North Atlantic town called
Souris The yiddish word for suffering A Pollyanna Canadian
not unlike husband #3 who often quotes the Inuit They have
261 words for snow the ultimate collaboration with the inevitable
I would rather collaborate with the devil sell my frigid soul for a
one way ticket to the Mayan Riviera where American retirees drink
frozen Margaritas +make new friends of Canadians in ill health
Many more of us than you think suffer these whiteskydays with glazed
eyes nausea +turgid heads One hip young woman contemplating bangs
(big mistake in February) said to me just before I swooned at Schmaltz
Dundas+Ossington: I feel not quite myself I feel the colourless sky an
inducement to over indulgence in chicken schmaltz in particular Divine
elixir of the shetl Jew meant to put hair on chest +inches on various body
parts Eaten or slathered
One of these white February days wearing perhaps one too many wool layers
I shall wrench that honkey groundhog from his Wairton grave to perform once
more for our amusement (recently crushed in a thresher) Or better still employ
the Ratus Honkus Furry oracle of the snow who likely knows more about being
white than most O bitter little poet with chilblains on arthritic knees Take heart!
Only 9 more weeks until the first spec of green
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*honkey – perpetual liar
Winter 2018
songanddancegirl 