Canterbury Times
Dec. 2024 Issue 21
Created by Camille Snow and Erica Slevin
“When icicles hang by the wall" – from Love’s Labour’s Lost
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
‘Tu-who;
Tu-whit, Tu-who’ – A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
‘Tu-who;
Tu-whit, Tu-who’ – A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
~ William Shakespeare