Pet Aversion

O, winter drear, I like you not,

For me you do not hit the spot.

Nor do your antics win my pelf;

I wish you would go chase yourself!

                                                      T.E.M

O, bard, with you we all agree,

That winter’s not what he should be;

He’s not that kind of chaser, see,

He’s always chasing you and me.

Jan. 1910 

(not sure who 'T.E.M.' is - first stanza can be found, unattributed, at :
https://books.google.com/books?id=s55RAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA76&dq=%22win+my+pelf%22&hl=en&sa=X&ei=rgO4VNH9FYHtgwSrvoPABQ&ved=0CB8Q6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=%22win%20my%20pelf%22&f=false)