A Melted Snowball
One cold winter day, I formed a great big snowball
as big as it could be with my tiny hands.
I pressed it very tightly, mittens on!
Proud I was of it. It looked so grand!
Home I went to store my snowball
in the freezer. My brother,
befuddled, took it out.
It melted so small
as it lay there
on the floor -
puddled!
April 16, 2018
For the Contest of Line Gauthier
A Melting Snowball poem -decreasing line by line in syllable count from 12 to 2.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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