Frosty the Snowperson
(I'll call him Frosty the Snowperson to be politically correct;
So as to placate sensitive souls, I must be quite circumspect!)
Now that that matter is settled, his ice skating caper I'll relate,
With all the circumstances that led up to poor Frosty's fate!
'Twas on a midnight clear when nary a soul was in sight,
That he spied a pond glistening 'neath the mellow moonlight.
He ventured on the surface not realizing he was on thin ice.
With a muted tinkle the ice gave way and he sank in a trice!
Later was found a pair of ice skates and on the bank a carrot,
The remains of Frosty's schnoz being chomped on by a ferret!
Entry for Sara Kendrick's "The Park Bench At Christmas" Contest
(Photo 5/1 December 2018)
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2018
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