The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418 Message #3600980
Posted By: Amos
12-Feb-14 - 11:07 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
There are tales get told of the awesome cold
That can snap a man's fillgree
When the night winds blow, thirty-eight below
Is the best you can hope to see.
And men of renown, when the mercury's down
Have battled that freezing spre
But none was so bold, when it came to cold,
As the rounder called Rapparree.
He would saunter out without a coat
When the seas were frozen still
And the ice so thick and the wind so slick
And the night so dark, so chill
When the cussing from the mouth
Of the men from the South
Would freeze before they were heard
And the ice-cold claw that will never thaw
Would silence every word.
In the bitterest white Manitoba night
No man would dare make free
They would huddle at home while the ice-wind moaned
In the frozen hearts of the trees.
Then theyd hear a sound from the night outside
Where no life by rights should be,
And each Yukon blade would nod, and say
"It's the bootstep of Rapparee".