Once a man who had no legs
And really skinny arms
Made a statue of himself.
He didn’t see the harm,
And so he rolled three balls of snow
And stacked them one by one
Until a rabbit ate his nose
And spoiled all the fun.
Once a man who had no legs
And really skinny arms
Made a statue of himself.
He didn’t see the harm,
And so he rolled three balls of snow
And stacked them one by one
Until a rabbit ate his nose
And spoiled all the fun.
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I am an April snowman,
The last one of my kind.
My death is unavoidable
But honestly I don’t mind.
Death as I perceive it
Ain’t as bad as it might seem
Since to be a soggy carrot
Has, since childhood, been my dream.
Alas, I’m in Alaska
In the yukon, year-tound cold.
I’ve been around since Lincoln
Or so the story’s told.
My dreams seem unachievable
And thus I beg of you:
Please defund the EPA
And emit that CO2!
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I look at a snowman,
Perhaps a snow woman.
Bad weather makes it grow stronger.
And its body’s packed tight
Or she’ll fall down alright.
The pressure ensures he’ll live longer.
And the warmth of the sun,
Great for comfort and fun
Inevitably hastens its demise.
It needs precipitation
Not a sunny vacation,
A lot like flesh people in my eyes.
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