As Frosty Jack waits by your door
Your laughter sounds within;
And Sally Forth has one drink more
Before being sick in the bin.

When Tom bears logs to a smokeless zone,
And milk comes frozen home on bike,
With pot noodles stirred by our friend Joan,
Tis then that the Beast of the East doth strike.

To whit with you, his chilly note,
While Greasy Joan hath scoffed the lot.

Analysis of Shakespeare's "When Icicles Hang by the Wall":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Syj6pbg9U2g

Hope they don't blow any trumpets.