Hey I'M Mr Nice, I Mean Ice
Well I originate from way up here
you see these water drops called rain
but when temperatures fall I do appear
for I'm ice, most folks call me a winter pain
You see I freeze into all shapes
now if you hold me I'm really cold
and when you do I'll get impatient
for I melt turn to water, not like gold
In winter all you car drivers hate me
for I form all over your glass
harden fast on the windowpane
needing scrapers to get me off fast
Now I'm not finished with you guys
so to the roads and motorways, I go
making it slippery so can't brake fast
but if you use your sense you go slow
Dangerous I am too on walkways about
in winter old folks can get nasty falls
I cover their ways so to slip and slide
but hey I'm Mr nice(ice) in your mall!
(I have written this poem from the perspective that I am ICE speaking from its personal perspective.)
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