An Ode to Mr. Snowman

By: Doug W.

The snowfall blankets yonder field;
The swirling wintry drift doth yield
The chance to build a life not thine:
The chance to mimic Frankenstein!

Labor mixes snow and sweat;
A life form doth from dust erect –
Just like Adam came from earth.
A corncob pipe completes the birth.

The world spins round, the sun does
fall –
The newborn’s button eyes see all.
Standing still grants time to think.
He understands. No need to speak.

He stays there. We’ve soon forgot
The one whose nose begins to rot.
Though he melts, the puddle grins:
The sun that grants us life ends his.

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