JAN 21, terminal (poetic) exclamation: cold? I'M SOLD!

  a) Reprise of material posted on January 21 in previous years ...

2020: American satire, First Term on the Range (wordplay/parody lyrics)

2021: classic palindromes, Drawn onward. (illustrated poem)
2022: limerick variations, singable limericks (illustrated poem) 
2023: creative anachronism, dawning of history (illustrated poem)

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b) Today's Offering (Jan 21, 2024): 

Readers might want to hold off reading this submission until they have have familiarized themselves with concepts exemplified in the posts on  "Limerick Variations", and "Terminal Exclamations" on the blog "Edifying Nonsense".

                                                                  

Authors' Note: Our protagonist, presumably a Canadian snowbird, can take little comfort in the higher values of Fahrenheit than Celsius temperatures in the reasonably livable range. The temperature is what it is; only the describing numbers differ, although they are precisely related as defined in PGS's conversion. And below -40 degrees, Celsius is higher (but not warmer) than Fahrenheit.

The above verse was written on a brisk January morning when the temperature in degrees was -12C (10F) in Toronto, -10C (14F) in Atlanta, and 11C (52F) in Miami.

You can review our collection of poems on the topic of "Terminal Exclamation (Limerick Variations)" as it evolves on our more encyclopedic blog "Edifying Nonsense"; click HERE.  

Birds along the south Atlantic coast of the US, like this bright fellow, don't seem to mind. Perhaps they know that it's going to warm up shortly! (At 10:30, it's already up to 31F!)

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