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The snow lay heavy on the ground
‘Til just below the knee
Reflecting blue sky all around
As far as we could see

The temperature was just right
For the snowball fans
But we had set much higher sights
On building a snowman

After rolling the hefty base
Down a long, gentle grade
It moved to a different place
Then where it was first laid

Then when the lumpy head was plopped
That ball started to split
Yet became whole before it dropped
Without us helping it

Before adding the face or arms
We went in to get dry
And when back out we were alarmed
Coz somehow it had eyes

I took the carrot in my hands 
And jabbed it were it goes
But since so sharp my palm got jammed
So blood ran down its nose

The sky took on an eerie glow
And clouds were darkly trimmed
Then while we looked up, don’t you know
Our snowman became limbed!

I sprung backward, but was too late
Its arm grabbed my collar
And quickly I was forced prostrate
By, snowman-iac mauler

Just like that, my problems doubled
As I was no fighter
But, by chance to ease this trouble
My friend had a lighter

Next I felt a frosty river
Flowing right down my back
I cringed since the flame delivered
A snow melting attack

I struggled in its icy hold
Then punched it in the mug
Could anyone believe if told
We made a large snow thug

Its wood arms swung at us wildly
Knocking our teeny torch
That’s when my friend acted childly
Hiding below the porch

I yelled, “Go and grab some more wood,
To make this fire hotter.
And hopefully then, as it should
It will turn to water!”

There was some loss in faith and blood
Melting snowman-iac mauler
I then said standing in the mud,
“Let’s make the next one smaller.”

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