I'm very sorry to possibly offend purists. (maybe) but I love snow and Shakespeare (and cheese curds)
The snow underfoot doth squeak
I think - not to muffled sound
but doth mayhaps protests the pressure
snow slides along under
rubber shod toes and heels
grasping and letting go-
not the sound of extreme
cold crunch crunch
but a rolling squeak -
Have no fear have no fear -
It's but the squeak you
know from making cheese -
curds bite they surrender
and leave a parting comment -
"I'm ready to be pressed".
Lo how this snow doth follow.
(To our first real and heavy snow of the winter)
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