A Weather Warning in Olde English

 A  Weather Warning in Olde English


Saith wordpecker me, with terms of inkhorn I eftsoons will poeteeze rhyming-ware.

Woonkers! The wuthering of the tree limbs about be as a wiffler in the wee-wow wynd.

The wynd is a weatherwiser that speaketh of snow-blossoms to come. Soon multitudes

will fall, covering old snow-bones. Listen to the wynd. It is not one to skybosh. It tells truth

not scaum, surely a pig’s whisper. Do not be a seeksorrow by going abroad in the towne.

The snow will fly round and square, and nightfoundered you’d be a key of the street. 


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