POOR OLD SNOWMAN
By Josie Whitehead
I'm a poor, lonely snowman alone on the slope
With not one crumb of comfort and no kind of hope.
The snow came so suddenly last Monday morning.
It caused many accidents for there'd been no warning.
Next day the sun shone. Children came out to play.
I was very soon built in much less than one day.
My battered old hat is too small for my head
And instead of a pipe there’s a stick there instead.
See the scarf round my neck and my little black belt?
Oh, they've gone now; it’s warmer. I'm starting to melt!
Now my head's almost gone and my friendly cold smile
And you’ll very soon find all my clothes in a pile.
My time in this world was so short but so happy.
The children all said: 'What a nice little chappie.'
Goodbye to your world. I’ve enjoyed my time here,
But now all that is left is just one little tear.
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