On Behalf of Frosty
What right have men to bundle Christmas snow
Who know full well their efforts end in death?
When up comes the sun, seen baking below,
A mis’rable puddle gasping for breath.
Where’s the compassion and holiday cheer
In stabbing an icon with carrot and stick?
Not only once but it’s year after year;
Truly, I tell you, they’ve gotta be sick.
And now this cartoon drawn mocking his fate!
Frosty, hang in there, we’re all on your side.
Tell greedy Fido his playtime can wait,
Arms aren’t attachments so easily pried.
Way beyond wrong, what these tormentors do -
Someone, please help, call the ACLU!
1/15/2017
Submitted for: Silly Christmas Cartoon
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