Antartic Springs
I sold all my junk
When I was broke
To slunk
Where to
I joked
Who knew?
I picked Antarctic
To get that ice
Drastic?
I guess
High price
Oh yes.
I brought my ice pick
And a large pail
Got sick
By plane
Then sailed
In rain
After a long time
I made it there
Then climbed
A hill
And beard
The chill
I chopped with my tools
Put in the pot
Ice jewels
Though quit
When got
Frost bit
For this golden ice
Will make me rich
Suffice
To say
This niche
Did pay
My Antarctic Springs
Company did
Sure bring
Renown
Amid
The town
With pure h2o
Plus ice cold beer
They know
That mine
Is clear
Devine
Yes, that vintage freeze
Is apropos
Though geez
It’s cold
That snow
Is gold!
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