"Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will."
Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February
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That famous British sense of humour can often be puerile and juvenile. This article investigates, but be warned, it is advanced English, and contains adult content, discussing bodily functions. Read at your peril.