Whan that Aprilly with hise shoures soote <br />The droghte of March had perced to the roote, <br />I druv a motor thro' Aprilly's bliz <br />Somme forty mile, and dam neere lyke to friz.<br /><br />Bert Leston Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aprilly/
