When as galoshed my Julia goes, <br />Unbuckled all from top to toes, <br />How swift the poem becometh prose! <br />And when I cast mine eyes and see <br />Those arctics flopping each way free, <br />Oh, how that flopping floppeth me!<br /><br />Bert Leston Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-julia-s-arctics/
