Frosty Is Having a Meltdown
The snowman charged with trespassing
as his face was melting and his carrot
was floating, like driftwood in threshold
crossing. Santa and his reindeer
pull out the naughty list. Frosty is
not the one who’s in trouble. “Sorry
Frosty,” says Santa, “you must melt
a little bit longer as your neighbor
gets madder and madder - turns
Christmas Red, like Rudolph’s sporty nose,
so I can gage how much coal
I need to have the naughty department sack.
I’ll be back my friend
to put you
back
together
again…
on Dancer…on Vixen”****
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12/9/2021
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