It’s time to winterize my little home –
I should have hired expertise, but failed.
Today I’ll list the projects, in this poem,
that need to be within near future nailed.
Before the western windows are assailed
by driving rain, I’ll putty and reseal
their outside frames, and then with varnish deal
shellacking to the threshold of a door.
Withal I will address the fret I feel
about the wet beyond the brick and floor.