~ by Ezra Pound
Winter is icumen in,
Ludhe sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
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.
Ezra Pound closely parodies a 13th century song, “Sumer is icumen in, Ludhe sing cucu.” (Summer is a-comin in, Loudly sing Cuckoo.) But his version has a London bustop in it, the need for dry cleaning, and a very irascible singer. Sic mass transit gloria mundi.