Percival was perplexed
at the preponderance of precipitation
pouring from the skies above.
Powdery pounds of pillowy puffs
pummeled the earth below.
"Please, Persephone, Goddess of Spring,
parlay this permafrost so I can prevent more profanity
from plunging from my lips!"
Permit this polar season to pass!
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