Jack Frost
Jack slide across the slippery ice to land on his…
Ass frozen like an icicle in the dead of winter…
Calling out “help me, help me!”
Kicking his body every which way he…
Falls yet again on the cold marble floor… of glass…
Rolling and spinning he tumbles steadily toward the edge…
Of the glistening mirror staring back at him…
Singing a chorus of “Ouch, ouch, ouch” he…
Takes a deep breath and finally reaches… the towering…snowbank!
December 7th 2015
For the contest: “Acrostic: Jack Frost”
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2015
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