Jack Frost
Jack loves winter and is a very funny fellow.
Always chewed frozen ice, white not yellow.
Cracking, crunching, his teeth were hard.
Keeps placing his special mouth guard.
Finally one day while running in snow.
Running in circles as the wind did blow.
One misstep was all that it took.
Sent his mouth guard into a brook.
That was the end of his smiling glow.
written 11-29-2015
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2015
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